(Hey reads,
long time all my friends, but I hope this will be a new chapter of my life that I am unveiling...
Although, the word count is less today but I am hoping to exceed word limit ahead...so don't you worry when I am here, also,
I couldn't thank you all enough for still standing here with me:)
Your,
Author)
' "Let me drink...let me drink!!!" all with the dark catastrophic night sky one hand holding brother and another holding a glass filled of liquor
And one burning stick more like a cigarette but handmade, made out of some specific tree's leaf that was rolled like a thin pipe and stuffed with something in it held between his lips all day long...without extinguishing...
It was all how it was, night was darken and days were feared, it was not the same city they thought of the sunshine one day in there life's when they first stepped in but now, it has unveiled a newly daredevilness in them, making them hard like a big merciless rock that now was never the same as before when all the weathering Has begun to occur- when it was a soft puddle of mud from which is used to give life to sculptures and to maintain auspiciousness of their village home where they had live the 15 years of their not-so-great yet great childhood and then pride of their own land , yet another story was unveiling in there homelands far in twining green hills of poarde gadhwal away from mines and granides...where a new spicy saga in the family was untwist '