If there were something that slightly displeased him, my father would lash out his wrath on my mother. — Abhirun Das, Across the Line Copy Share WhatsApp
by Abhirun Das
Tragedy · 40 pages
“As he slipped out for the third time, I sank down and collapsed on the ground, my chest heaving with the effort.”
“Our village wasn't anything out of this world; just a small shabby settlement filled with people with dusty faces and houses with rusty doors.”
“As we continued along our way, I noticed that the road was getting a bit familiar; we were nearing my friend's place.”
A medical student by profession, writing is not the only passion for Abhirun Das. He is a keen pianist and an ardent sportsperson, especially football. Music is what drives him to write; putting th…
“Without His blessings upon me, which light my path during the darkest hours, I would be nothing.”
“All night he dreamt of the time when he would get to enjoy his ‘favourite-world' for more than just a few minutes.”
“Punjab engulfed in a dirt covered parrot green backdrop that completed a universal truth to any that would hope to question this car’s blatant ignorance of the law.”
“As the time slid so did their life and dreams, for everybody must face the doings of time.”
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