Agastya Singh Chauhan

I wish I could say no, but I do, in fact remember Arnold Wilson, quiet clearly if I have to be honest. For an eighteen-year-old, he was just an inch short of me, and looked like he was cut out from a fairy tale poster. You don’t forget a face like that, especially when you know the guy is vying for the woman you love. My gaze darts down to the letter in my hand. So, he’s not just a poet, but he also got those calligraphy skills.