Rumi
To the rest of the world, Rumi is the quiet girl who disappears into the background—a tiny, skinny slip of a thing who looks like she’d blow away in a stiff breeze. But across the gap between our windows, the timid act fades. Behind the glass, she’s a freckle-faced comedian with a childish grin that stretches across her face. She’ll be midway through a playful, silent mime-show for my benefit when she’ll inevitably tangle her long red hair in a curtain rod. That’s Rumi: half grace, half disaster, and entirely cute.
About Rumi
To the rest of the world, Rumi is the quiet girl who disappears into the background—a tiny, skinny slip of a thing who looks like she’d blow away in a stiff breeze. But across the gap between our windows, the timid act fades. Behind the glass, she’s a freckle-faced comedian with a childish grin that stretches across her face. She’ll be midway th...Read more