Aadheesh woke up in a jolt. He was in a trance for moments, sitting on the bed with his head in between his hands. He tried to calm his throbbing head down. He was lost in the past and the present.
I write with the sole motive of letting the imaginary world that exist in my mind, free.
Writing is a passion, a passion that fuels with the support of yours. So do show some love, and some support,as it means a lot.
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