Are you trying to kill me, diva planner?



Thirty five approached swiftly, softly, sweeping through like the gentlest whisper of a breeze which, except to the sensitive, ¬†could have easily passed by unnoticed. After sojourning long in pigtails and play jeans, I caught a glimpse of my reflection the other day and saw a woman. Awestruck, I stared in fascination. I only faintly … Continue reading 35