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The Boy with a deep sigh

sad boy on the stair steps

Poor boy.

I saw him once in the neighbourhood where I was residing for a moment. It was in the year 1954. I could still remember it clearly. He was sitting there, hands on his face, looking so sad. For some reason on that particular day, I decided not to go to my work. Instead, I approached the boy. Continue Reading