(Continued from Part I: Finding a Home) The semi-blunt knife was quickly put away along with rest of the spoils. Auro’s innocent blue eyes peered angrily as his first creations were carried off and dumped into one of those dark, high-ceilinged rooms, upstairs. After a few months Shantanu brought him blank sheets and crayons, hoping… Read More Auro the Tattoo Artist (Part II: Auro-sthan)