(Hey readers,
back after a month or two...
and many of the things have changed for sure.
there was some realization that some part of story has got flaws
but now we are again back with daily-daily release and also I am going to release the book into it's flawless verse here only
so fingers crossed let's rewrite the legend but now in the righteous manner
however let's stay put to finish what we started
yours,
Author)
But now his father's head was all banged of shame.
his beloved sons were into alcohol...all drown...
he stood there in silence with his damp eyes .
he had words but his tongue won't allow him to speak.
What could he possibly say to them?!
With a quite haste he ran off from there in his crying condition and boarded the first bus which would go to the village back even if there was no bus available he boarded the first bus which left that city of shame.
Still trying to control his arising tears, he step into the village.
but nothing could be hidden for so long.
And this thing come too early this time when great grandfather trust fully shared his pain to some trustworthy people of family and society
but this news spread like wildfire through hay of dry forest line.
And another blaze of humiliation which seized the lineage although from the village they did belong it was common for people over there to drink and smoke for either entertainment or keeping themself warm at that high altitude, although his father being an exception in the flock never let them do either of this.
The villagers would call him mockingly as an over thinker.
but now,
the castle of sand was devastated