"No. No-oh, god." Those were my last words for about a month. Since I heard Cinda died, my life went to hell. (Or, for the kids at home, the friendly place downstairs.)
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"No. No-oh, god." Those were my last words for about a month. Since I heard Cinda died, my life went to hell. (Or, for the kids at home, the friendly place downstairs.)
"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table.
("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader")
"Main jhel lunga," I replied.
("I'll manage")
She looked up t...