A Withered Notion

“Maa, she looks so old and weak! It seems she doesn't has a home. Shall we take her along with us? We'll call her ‛Saba’!”, came a pleading from a juvenile mind not yet interrupted by sheer materialism. In a dark & dismal alley where sunshine never came, Rohan's li'l finger pointed towards a neglected,sickly... Continue Reading →

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