It's cold and dark here. The darkness blinds me and the cold freezes me to the core. They tried very hard, they did everything they could do, they fought till their last breath. Now they are lying there breathless, shattered, ripped and devastated. All of them are dead. My beautiful , innocent angles are dead.
My inner demons conquered them. It seems the inner demons were way too powerful. They had weapons like overthinking, self hatred and self guilt , which I myself provided them. Now the inner demons are on their way to celebrate their victory. So, here I am obeying my new masters , standing at the edge , ready to jump.
BUT... but the dead angels left something ; a little hope. So, before my demons push me from the edge, I turn to you and asks for a favor -"Will you give me one of your angels ?" Cause all my angels are dead.
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अनुभूतियां -- Perceptions
Short StoryThis one is going to be a collection of short stories, some conversations, narrations, experiences and just me talking about something. The writing pieces would be in both Hindi and English. The first piece is PERFECT DATE. A short story based on th...
