Mira Sehgal, Author at The Teenager Today

Grandma’s recipe book

When it was time to leave, and my parents came to pick me up, grandma would always give me a few crystals of mishri.

I sit beside my door
While the pages of my open book
Fight with the wind
Perhaps
To run free from the bounds of their spine.

It was my 16th birthday
I was dressed in a white dress,
With extravagant golden heels
And a fancy crown on my head.

Dear reader, I just wanted to let you know, That I am not afraid of what you think. I don’t care if you feel that I’m opinionated.