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I am Ashish Krishna, 21 years old, from India. I am an aspiring writer, though I write as a hobby. The stories I write are usually very short, hence I call it microfiction, I also like to let my readers create their own plot while reading my stories so I narrate in such a style, so that the plot is not at all defined.

Please comment and provide your feedback, also tell your own version of the plot. Thank you for reading, and if you like my stories, please support me by sharing.

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