The roaring wind was tugging Adon’s torn shirt. At least he didn’t care anymore, for there was no caring soul within immense distances from his location. However, it seemed that the Gods were angrier than usual on this final day.
Writer, blogger, fictionist.
I simply write because only words can stand me. No brush could obey my languid strokes. No glass could handle my tenor.
I write for the love of it.
Call it my destiny, my life's message.Who knows maybe someday, someone would like what I create.
My day job is a cardiologist, while in the seclusion of night I hang my white coat and delve into the adventures of my making.
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