6 years ago, I saw the last candid smile on my uncle's face. There is a lot of time in between these, and I saw nothing but pain, grief, and more than anything else, I saw the downfall of a well-established economy of my village.
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The addict eyes A couple of days ago, I went to my tuition. Before I went to the student house, I sat in a tea stall, which was…
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