She had gone her way to help us in our times of need and especially when Papa died. – the fifth sentence of my 23rd post.She would always remind us how indebted we are to her. This is not assassinating her character but my aunt is like that – helping, giving financial assistance and at the same time hurling words that would knife you in pieces. But that is just she. When will a...
warmth in the coldness of life…
I HEAR YOU