"Every time my mom took out one bag from the stack, she turned into a magician performing the endless rope magic trick—bag after bag after bag of the same logo, the sheen of the plastic fading, soon to be indistinguishable from its ordinary surroundings."
this was delightfully hilarious
thank you 🫡
"Every time my mom took out one bag from the stack, she turned into a magician performing the endless rope magic trick—bag after bag after bag of the same logo, the sheen of the plastic fading, soon to be indistinguishable from its ordinary surroundings."
So much Indian mother love in this sentence
This is one of my fave pieces of yours.