Stories By 'Subash Chapagain'
We met for the first time in a tempo. We didn’t speak or anything; our eyes met, and that was it. Her curly hair so perfectly framed the broad cheeks that were covered by a surgical mask. Blue, I remember. It was blue; and mine was green.
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Imagine a world where all your needs are taken care of. Would you be happy?
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