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… money bag and handed it over to the tea-stall owner, someone he should have known, yet he couldn’t. He could see that he wore white pants and a discolored torn, maroon t-shirt, his shrunken skin, displaying map-like veins, but as soon as he tried looking at his face, it was hazy, he couldn’t see his face. Yes, that scene scared him, but somehow he managed to get out of that little stall, walking on to …
Somsubhra Banerjee
✍ Posy Churchgate
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