It was dark. A familiar kind of dark; the one I felt when Mom and Dad took their last breath in front of my naked eyes, the one I felt when I heard the piercing screams of Dhriti in the hospital.
Hey everyone,
I try to write good stories so that you all can both sit with a tissue box and giggle at the same time. Little support from you all will help me to continue writing ❤️
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