baba and son, pt 1
I had woken up with a jolt. My eyes were tired and dry. It was six in the morning and as per usual, Baba sat on my bed egging me kindly...
it was the best of times; it was the worst of times
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It seemed to me as time went on, I never did out run my past. The good things in...