Category: Anubhav Sharma


“He never really sleeps.   A head resting on weary, bony shoulders. A head full of dreams – inexplicable, unreasonable dreams that corrupted his thoughts.

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The World is Ending

Clutched that last pinecone, as it threatened to tumble out of my arms, and when I look up You, father, are clutching your chest, with

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