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My Stepsister Arrives

Two days later did we,

Collect Semanti from the airport,

Once more,

What a wonderful visit it was.


On the previous visit,

I remember the saris,

Aunt Premala wore,

Deep red, pale yellow,

On this visit,

Dark green, sky blue.


Semanti she wore,

Orange salwar kameez,

An Indian garment,

Short sleeeved shirt,

With trousers.


At a hotel,

The four of us stayed,

When we visited,

My uncles, aunts, cousins.


It was at this hotel,

That I discovered Puri,

An Indian bread,

A sort of cross between,

A Popadum and Chapathi,

That fast became my favourite.

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