Rahul’s heart melted when i couldn’t let go of the prank of seeing a snake across the greenish pathway. He tossed the Basket we were meant to use and fetch African mango fruit (Ogbono seed) that Janani (Mother) ask us to pick away as he jumps in seek of a refuge. I smiled with my wide open diastema holding Rajiv...
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