There, on the shelf, sat the wooden cat, its eyes carved with patient knowing. The stranger touched it reverently and smiled. “Arijit sent this back,” he said simply, leaving behind a small, folded paper.
There, on the shelf, sat the wooden cat, its eyes carved with patient knowing. The stranger touched it reverently and smiled. “Arijit sent this back,” he said simply, leaving behind a small, folded paper.