Sarthak stared at the white streak of the Himalayan peaks that loomed like sentinels in the far horizon. Sitting on the rocky edge beside, his butt felt as if it were touched by an icy sheet. He got up, rubbed his eyes off the icicles that formed around it, and looked down at a bottomless valley, the very sight of which ran a cold fear down his spine.
For a moment he cursed himself and his life, what it had morphed into in the past one year or so.
Ever since…ever since what? His mind was still unwilling to verbalize what it had locked up in its innermost recesses.
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