Grey Hairs and a handful of cashews
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“Do you miss me?”, she asked, her voice quivering and broken. “I do. How long has it been?8 years”, I asked. She didn’t say anything but looked at me as if trying to figure out how much had I changed since then. I was not the same person when she left but looking at her … Continue reading "Grey Hairs and a handful of cashews"...
