Let me tell you about a memory of apples. The winter I was 9 years old, my mother came back from Delhi with a basket of shiniest and reddest Kashmiri apples I’ve ever seen, before or since.
Let me tell you about a memory of apples. The winter I was 9 years old, my mother came back from Delhi with a basket of shiniest and reddest Kashmiri apples I’ve ever seen, before or since.