“Sonam! Sonam! That’s him.” A girl in a light pink dress said. “Who, who?” Sonam, probably her friend asked. “That guy in white coat wearing a red checked shirt from inside. See he is going upstairs now.” She assisted her friend in identifying. I checked the mail on the phone while waiting. “He...
“O poor, unthinking human heart! The error will not go away; logic and reason are slow to penetrate. We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart’s blood;...
