*London 2017 Ananya observed the rain, whilst sat in comfort with warmth and shelter, the raindrops pelted against the top of the window and quickly trickled down. Whilst staring out the window, Ananya caught a look at her reflection. Her big brown eyes were staring back at her and her bouncy, naturally black, curly hair lay on her shoulders. It’s funny how I look nothing like mama and bhai, like they picked me up from a store in India, she thought. Teacher: Miss Ananya Gupta, Ananyaaaa! Am I interrupting you? Ananya: No, sir. Sorry, sir Teacher: Right then, shall we…
Author: CoffeeandStories
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