A Gift

Harish was on phone when Sunny spotted him coming out of the airport. Quite a busy man. He waved at Harish, who was still searching for a familiar face in the crowd. His eyes stopped at Sunny and a bright smile appeared on his face. He pointed a finger towards Sunny and made a pokingContinue reading “A Gift”

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