As a kid, I remember how I wished someone would follow me around with a handheld camera, capturing my bravado. My childish mind fancied being under the spotlight, for I believed I was Fearless Nadia. I was around 7 then, a babysitter for my kid brother, who was three. The very protective elder sister who… Continue reading Fearless Nadia and The Dragon.
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A cherished memory from my childhood.