Growing Up as a Sensitive Kid.

I was doing some spring cleaning and came across a photo album that I brought from India (where I grew up) to my home here in the United States. And this was one of the photos in it. 

I am the kid in the bottom-row, sitting down, with her hand on her head.

I think it was on “fancy dress day” at school (We wore a uniform on normal days). Some of the other kids are more dressed-up for some reason I don’t quite remember.

Or a reason I didn’t even know then. I was usually in m...