Chapter 172

• Callan was working at the back of his house. Peace and serenity was the only companion he has with him, exactly the way he likes it.
• The chirpings of birds in the morning. The sound of giving flowing down the hill a few miles away. The soft sweeping of wind every moments. He was deep in thoughts as he caught the linens he wants to use as new cottons for his house.
• He was quickly jerked out of his thoughts when he heard a soft but firm knock on his front door. He dropped the scissors and the linen-cloth, and got up from the wooden chair.