Sunday, July 27, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
A Tale of Sorangpur
It
was a night full of shocks and horrors.
Fear
gripped little Hari’s heart as he saw his mother fretfully pounding her fists
on the door of their house. Darkness swallowed everything in their small courtyard
and the cold wind began to tickle his skin. But in the pale light of the
hanging lantern, Hari could make out glistening tears rolling over his mother’s
cheeks.
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