A Bouquet of Memories

Marcella

I sat at my desk, busy with my work. I had been reviewing the work done by my team in Japan and was finding it difficult to concentrate. In fact, I had had to go over the mails and the attachments twice before I could make sense of what I was reading.

The only news that t made me feel thoroughly happy was in the short mail my friend, the Professor had sent me.

Dear child, he had written i