She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. - Arundhati Roy

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She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes.

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About Arundhati Roy

Arundhati Roy (born 24 November 1961) is an Indian writer and social activist

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Alternative Names: Suzanna Arundhati Roy
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