You sat behind me in class, and every morning you passed me a small dried orange fruit from your uncle's orchard in Hunza.
Bilal, I never told you I didn't like them at first.
The rest of this letter is sealed.
Looking through the drawer…
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Bilal.
You sat behind me in class, and every morning you passed me a small dried orange fruit from your uncle's orchard in Hunza.
Bilal, I never told you I didn't like them at first.
The rest of this letter is sealed.