'Oh, where did I stop yesterday?
She asks as she lays her book down pretending she had even read for the past fifteen minutes. I know she wanted to continue her story for she seemed anxious while fiddling with the pages. I put away my magazine and pull a shawl over my shoulders. I am all ears now. Something tell me the next chapter is the best time she had ever had in her in life for she seems excited to tell. And so, not a moment is wasted and I`m rewarded with a toching Story...
..in a diary about an Indian woman who drifted along with dreams and promises and a life worth living.
Her name is Alisha.
