And there he sat, at the corner table of the tea house, savoring each sip of the black Darjeeling tea. The look in the infidel's eye fanned my curiosity and I was instantly drawn towards him. I wanted to know this man who sat aloof from the world yet being an intricate part of it.… Continue reading REMAiN
And amongst the many little things lying scattered around, valuable or precious, thrash or invaluable, there lay a phone, a mobile phone. The phone was switched on an audio clip. The voice was instantly recognizable. It was Kashiv's. -The following is from the audio clip found on Kashiv's phone- And, I don't know how will… Continue reading BE YOURSELF
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