A A S T H A
After an hour of tossing and turning on comfy couch and staring blankly at the ceiling, and thinking about my shattered family. I want to know how they are doing, but Aadi is not picking my call. I pray to God, to make my Dad recover fast. I am feeling ashamed and guilty for not staying there, with my family. A tear slips past temple, reaching my ear.
Sunny calls after sometime, to know about my whereabouts. Its hard not to cry while talking but I managed, he assures me that everything is going to be okay in few days and ends the call. I hope it would. With a sigh and leaving everything to God. I close my eyes to get some sleep but all worries comes crashing down like a flood in my mind with this silence.
He is capable of making my life upside down in seconds.
Oh no, I
