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'Campus Writing'

Sitting in the room, staring at the purple cracked walls and murmuring to his hear what appeared to be the poignant ode to his feelings, Kunal cried. It was his mother’s birthday.

Loss had come his way and caught him off guard when his life was on its mighty best and success had filled his eyes with pride and arrogance, not substantial but yet noticeable. It was a roller coaster ride for him with only highs. There were no halts, no breaks. No boundaries.
Yesterday evening was the one with a revelation. It had brought his feet back to the ground. He reached home like every day and planned to go to bed straight, like always. But, it wasn’t meant to be just when he opened the door, a horror struck him. He found himself to be choking. He was experiencing a sudden throttle in his throat as he was…

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Posted on January 12, 2013, in Not so quick thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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