Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.
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Harsh winters.
Dark midnight.
Isolated street.
Scaring silence.
Barking dogs.
Active mosquitoes.
A bright street light.
A person beneath it was reading a book with concentration.
Sleep was inviting him but passion ignited him.
It was his compulsive compulsion as well as obligation.
He was about to give his graduation exams.
He was a Gurkha.
3 comments:
Nice!
Even the great Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar studied in this manner. And the streetlights were different then...
And that is how he burns the midnight oil. :)
Very nice.
Really nice...
Thanks,
Anand
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