Love and Care
The evening light was beginning to fade. A soft golden hue spread across the edge of the sky, as if the day was preparing for its final farewell. In a quiet corner of a small town stood an old house walls flaking with worn out paint, wooden railings slowly decaying. Yet, the house carried a silent kind of charm. There lived Rahim Uncle, all by himself. He was nearly seventy, with white hair, thick glasses, and an old novel always in hand.
