“I promised myself that I would talk to her before the summer was over, but schools reopened, the leaves reddened, yellowed, and fell, the rains of winter swept in and wakened Baba's joints, baby leaves sprouted once more, and I… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
“We became poets before we learned to walk Our roots dug deep with the slight touch of love Our leaves sprouted after pain.” — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
