Our Own Spaces

The letter that was open in front of my eyes was a kind of journey into past. I had already read it thrice, but I wanted to read it once again to find out whether I had missed something. The fourth reading of the letter began very slowly and attentively. The writer and the receiver of the letter were unknown to me but the discovery of so many letters in an old magazine that I had bought from a scrap merchant was not less than a treasure.

Our Own Spaces
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Our Own Spaces
I Hated Her
Chapter One: Miss Pincher
Chapter Two: Sylvia’s Story
Chapter Three: After the Story