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"That day I understood, that freedom is never free, it always comes with a price, this time it came cloaked as a punishment.. "
#WritcoStoryPrompt84
In the corners of your mind, there are smiles and memories that you cannot just leave behind, that you cannot just forget. Pen a story about it.
"Sharing few lines from first chapter of my upcoming novel 👇👇👇"
"People are smaller than a speck of sand in this world who brag about their problem as if the universe will change if they exaggerate it.
It's me. I am people. I am 19-year old living in a place which most of the people might not even heard of.
Population: 2,45,375, Nestling at the heart of a Nagar, my hometown. Sandwiched between two streams, Nagar is rather an elevated landscape with a little too many trees at each side of the road. The town people are nice and welcoming in nature with an exception of a few, of course.
Old folks, which you'll find on the roadside benches under the shade of the big mango tree planted by the mayor years before I was born, will always have rosemary in their hand and shine in their eyes searching for a new subject of gossip. Gossip is an activity carried out religiously in my town. A person won't be knowing so much about their family member the way the geezers do. Women, with a little cunningness in their heart, talk about their kids' future to other women whose kid is falling behind in classes.
The fathers, well the only thing that matters to them is the day their wife cooked meat or the day their wife has little to complain or no complaints at all. The other thing that concerns such devout parents is their kids' career choices.
The three career...
In the corners of your mind, there are smiles and memories that you cannot just leave behind, that you cannot just forget. Pen a story about it.
"Sharing few lines from first chapter of my upcoming novel 👇👇👇"
"People are smaller than a speck of sand in this world who brag about their problem as if the universe will change if they exaggerate it.
It's me. I am people. I am 19-year old living in a place which most of the people might not even heard of.
Population: 2,45,375, Nestling at the heart of a Nagar, my hometown. Sandwiched between two streams, Nagar is rather an elevated landscape with a little too many trees at each side of the road. The town people are nice and welcoming in nature with an exception of a few, of course.
Old folks, which you'll find on the roadside benches under the shade of the big mango tree planted by the mayor years before I was born, will always have rosemary in their hand and shine in their eyes searching for a new subject of gossip. Gossip is an activity carried out religiously in my town. A person won't be knowing so much about their family member the way the geezers do. Women, with a little cunningness in their heart, talk about their kids' future to other women whose kid is falling behind in classes.
The fathers, well the only thing that matters to them is the day their wife cooked meat or the day their wife has little to complain or no complaints at all. The other thing that concerns such devout parents is their kids' career choices.
The three career...
