“What do you do for living?” I asked, examining the bronzed boy.
“I love,” he said, with a smirk and a slight touch on my fingers.
Shalini Nayar
© 2002
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
“What do you do for living?” I asked, examining the bronzed boy.
“I love,” he said, with a smirk and a slight touch on my fingers.
Shalini Nayar
© 2002
