
Written by Abhisek Pattnaik
Seeing his helpless aunt and hearing the pitch of her cry gave in for the violent waves of emotions to engulf his face. Scratching his head in no less mannerism of a mad man he directed her towards the room where the dead body of his father was lying still and cold; surrounded by the howling members of the pack. The madness of uncertainty took over only for a few seconds though, for good or worse, before he came back to his stoic self and continued with his engagements in the corridor.
And finally Abhi is back🤩
What a wonderful piece of art!
Loved it, you explanation too🤗😊
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yeah.. you are back… lovely piece of art.. you are a multi talented person..
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Haha. Hopefully.
In a transition phase right now…
N thank you so much! N so are you. ❤️🤗
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Transition is always a good thing. Something better always await you! so keep smiling and do not fret! ❤️🤗
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Right…
I’ll try n keep that in mind. 🤗
Thank you stranger.
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Don’t be a stranger to me 😉 am there if you need to talk 🙂
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I thought… You like to remain anonymous to people unknown to you?
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well you are not a stranger to me 🙂
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I’m not?
Are you this kind to everyone around you?
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how can you be a stranger when we are neighbors ? 😉 I am kind in general until someone crosses me. Then I can be there worst nightmare 🙂 lol
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Hey there! This post evoked some memories (not pleasant ones) , hence relatable. Wishing you strength and power, mate!
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