She was different! 

She wanted to read me. She always demanded me to write a story. She was intrigued by the elemental constituents of fables.  “History is short-lived and delusionary. Fables are the essence of humanity, living to the eternity,” she would argue. She believed that everyone and everything has a story and all of them, without exception,... Continue Reading →

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