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. — Abhirun Das, Across the Line Copy Share WhatsApp
by Abhirun Das
Tragedy · 40 pages
“If there were something that slightly displeased him, my father would lash out his wrath on my mother.”
“My mother sat with her head bowed and her eyes closed; she too was praying.”
“My mother jerked me up from the ground as my senses slowly returned and I could hear loud voices and women screaming outside our house.”
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…
“The vile desert bloodsucking leech that he is, no heart, no soul, only a blind lust for power.”
“Home is found in moments of security and reassurance, in people and certain time periods.”
“The general used to repeat that ad nauseam until some wise man casually mentioned that it is part of being a military man’s life.”
“Had she been carrying this secret in her heart for far too long without telling anyone and left it up to fate to reveal the secret when the moment was right?”
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