On the March festival of Holi, in Bangalore, Karnataka, stand outside the Lady of Lourdes and wait for a white woman dressed in cotton with green eyes and long, curly hair. She will tell you the story of how she met a man, two years her senior, many lives her superior, whom she fell so desperately in love with she broke every rule set forth by her written faith and institution to be with him. She will sing for you and tell of ancient love and rebellion. She will pattern your white thoughts with colours. And, if you are lucky, she will tell you her name.
This book was dedicated to my love, a stór, and the Solace to my Unrest. You define It All to me.
Thomara mere lal.
~naaley
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RomanceRace, faith and geography attempt to douse a wildfire love between two never meant to meet. She is white, eloquent, dressed in cotton and cuts through India without ever appearing to take notice of it. He is darkskinned and carries ancient, lamp-lit...
