pic of an Asian man in the rain Case 8: He who remembers not where the rain started beating him is unlikely to remember where he dried himself.
I heard the shrill cry of the newborn. The excitement in the voices of our women folk wasn’t hard to pick out. Yet, I looked on with afaint hope that we have lost our cruel captors. It was all I could do as I unconsciously gripped my spear. Blood had been spilled for our momentary … More MUNACHI (An Excerpt From One of My Latest Short Stories)