It’s 11:30 pm. I am sitting on a bench, i can’t feel my breathes, i can’t feel the world around me, i can’t feel nothing. I am sitting over a bench outside ICU room. Might be my mother..
Author: Abhinav Sharma
“And I Left Him to Die”
That was a cold winter night of January. Fog was blowing like clouds on the road. I was looking for the warm jackets in my cupboard. I had to attend my friend’s sister wedding
