The travail-an aversion
U Sharma Babesha, Thimpu “O—ouch”, shrieked Ramu, throwing the hammer on the river bank. The stoic river rippled silently. “U—ugh!” My thumb is smashed. It’s bleeding profusely”, he spoke in […]
U Sharma Babesha, Thimpu “O—ouch”, shrieked Ramu, throwing the hammer on the river bank. The stoic river rippled silently. “U—ugh!” My thumb is smashed. It’s bleeding profusely”, he spoke in […]