At eight, I fell in love with the glossy, shiny pages of my mother’s magazines. I devoured all the stories and beautiful photographs printed on the faintly scented paper (yes, it had a distinct scent!).
I even carefully teared out the colourful ads and filed them away. Just to admire.
But I never imagined I’d write for one such magazine, almost 14 years later.
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