Saxi life chat.
He walked into the room with me.
- That led.
It’s yours. Live here for another two weeks, use.
I stood there, his eyes downcast and afraid to move.
Two men, low, very dark-skinned Caucasians, with a long mustache.
One hundred fifty years, another senior. Strong, bow-legged and as I later learned the hard way very temperamental!
- Remain Anwar.