Khan Chhiu

As fallen leaves return to their roots, my hands traveled to distant and foreign lands, learning Canadian rules of hand etiquette, across the ocean to Tanzania, in the warm hold of strong-hearted wome

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I expected a knock on my door everyday when the clock ticked 6:30 am and like always there she was, Sushmita greeting me a bright day with a cup of tea and biscuits.

MyStory 2010

My dear reader if you hope that this novel will show you blood, love, sex or money, you can throw out this book. Please give me some minutes. This story comes from my mind.

A Grand Mother

Hundreds of creases on her face cannot destroy the beauty of her smile. The white hair on her head cannot prove that she is old and losing the virtues.