A Colorful Life: Drawn in Broken Crayon by Melissa Storm

Author:Melissa Storm [Storm, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00UZO4W4G
Publisher: Blue Crown Press
Published: 2015-05-01T23:00:00+00:00

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When the plane touched down in New Delhi, Daly shot up from her seat, but Kashi immediately pulled her back down. "Who says we need to be the first off the plane? Let everyone else go. We can enjoy our last few moments of openly loving each other." He reached in for a kiss, then two, three, as many as they could fit in before the flight attendant shooed them away.

"Don't worry," Kashi said. "We'll find a way to be together in private. I'll make it happen." He gave her one last smooch before grabbing their luggage from the overhead bin.

Daly nodded and took a deep breath. "Okay, let's go meet your family."

They left the empty plane and immediately ran into the pulsing crowd huddled at the arrival gate. Daly clung to Kashi, dizzied by the blur of activity. A series of five sharp whistles rose from the excited shouting.

Kashi jerked his head and shot off toward the right. "They're over there." He pointed toward the sea of faces ahead of them.

"How can you tell? This place is jam-packed!"

"Did you hear that little song? La la la la la. That's our song, the one my sister and I wrote when we were little. We used to bug Chai-ji by singing it over and over and over again. Poor Chai-ji, we used to bother her so much!"

The swarm of people wearing fantastic, motley garments overwhelmed Daly. It took her entire focus not to lose sight of Kashi as they zigzagged through the terminal.

As they passed, a group of children pointed to her and giggled.

Smells from the street wafted through the automatic sliding doors—air pollution, dung, incense, street fare—and the cacophony of dozens of languages danced in her ears. She had no idea what the people were saying, but they sounded happy.

She wanted to ask Kashi about a group of elderly men who wore bright orange outfits and danced to the chime of a tambourine, but before she could, he sped up and disappeared into the crowd. A moment later, Daly was pulled into the group by a pair of unfamiliar hands.

"Hi, Haaaaye." A girl who bore a striking resemblance to Kashi greeted her. "It's so nice to have you here, Dolly. We are going to be best friends. Don't you think so?"

More unknown people closed in on her and picked at her hair, clothing, and cheeks. She couldn't even see Kashi anymore, but she could hear him laughing, chatting, and sobbing with those who weren't tending to Daly.

"You must be Dolly," said a bespectacled middle-aged woman. She wore a bright blue sari with gold-colored trim. The corners of her eyes crinkled into a million little creases—a stark contrast to Laine's smooth, expressionless face.

"Welcome to this, my home," a second woman gushed, opening her arms as far as the crowd would allow—apparently referring to the entire country, or at least the airport.

"Dolly, was your flight good? Did they give good food to eat?" asked a white-haired, potbellied gentleman wearing clothes straight out of a seventies disco.

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