Isolated
Written on November 7, 2009Striding down the road with his heavy bag, arriving from school, this cute boy approaches us and calls the lady beside me, his aunt. There was no much agony conceding the face of the lady when she saw the boy. She’s smiling now, like she saw her little child again escaping herself from bad thoughts.It was earlier when I heard two old persons just died. The rumours spread again, and they said it was the ghostly parsons roaming around again to kill. Everyone was in…See More
