SAROYA
I step out in the gown that was delivered to me, smoothing it over my body. It has been quite long since I wore a gown and I feel strangely restricted in it. For the umpteenth time I debate going back in and changing into a shirt and pants but I remind myself that it is a carnival. Everyone is making merry and they have all put some effort into their looks, I can at least suffer through the dress for the sake of their hospitality. I take a purposeful step forward and a little boy nearly collides with me.
“Sorry!” He says and continues running and I smile. The sound of the carnival has long passed my street and I assume it is where the boy and several others are headed so I go with the flow of people. Word about me must have either gotten out to the people or the people here are s
