Fiction Park

Offer me a red rose

The clock tower rings seven bells. Aama must be waiting at the dining table for me, I think. I pack up, put a few files into my bag and leave the office. The guard jots down the time in the register. I walk to Ringroad, and wait for the bus to Koteshwor. Offer me a red rose
Anjila Wosti
Published at : May 12, 2019
Updated at : May 13, 2019 06:35