Stoner

Charsiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!! I heard my dad’s voice and next thing I knew I was running to the hall, where he was preparing himself for his routine news hunt with his stationary and bundles of English, Urdu and Sindhi newspapers, adjusting his glasses on his nose, looking all serious.  I sat on the couch across the room.... Continue Reading →

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