I wrote this book when I was 14 and lived for a year in the craziest city of India. The year that I spent in India was a rainbow. It was made up of thousands of different colors; different cultures, languages and customs than I had ever witnessed. Those months included 100s of different shades, from contrasting lifestyles, to skin colors to personalities. I was 1 girl in a palette of boys; I was 1 American in a palette of Indians. But, what made it the most magical year of my life was the paint brush that blended us all together. It made the colors bleed and blend to create one masterpiece....
I wrote this book when I was 14 and lived for a year in the craziest city of India. The year that I spent in India was a rainbow. It was made up of th...