"The death ward always had a stench of mucus, pee and shit, barely covered by the pungent smell of antiseptics, but only that day I knew. That day, I was cursed." Part of growing up is finding the purpose of our life despite the ordeals it throws at us. This is a short, introspective story about a teenager who tries to understand the meaning of life and of death after witnessing a tragic event.
Is there no more love left or, does love just lost its way? Read ahead to know...
