by Paresh Chandra Mangaraj
Sachi’s sunny smile was a thing to be enjoyed. His dark and freckled face with gaping teeth became alive when he flashed his radiant smile. He was a peon in our office. Very often, when he was free, he used to come to me. I always offered a seat to him and exchanged pleasantries with [...]
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by Paresh Chandra Mangaraj
Yesterday my wife, with a bowl of hair dye in her hand, approached and requested me to dye her hair. I said, “you know, I don’t like dying hairs myself, so I have let them be as they are. If yours are getting white you also let them be that way. Moreover, I am 55 [...]
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