My learned friend’s naïve suggestion was to find that thing which is always hidden. I took all the necessary things – rope, stick and water. After hunting for hours in a jungle I reached to a house with broken windows. I could find only messes in all the rooms. Then there was a dark room. Inside I found the thing hanging to a rope, injured and crying – my soul.
P.S.: The above underlined part was the given starting line in a competition in my college and the word limit was 69 words.
P.S.: The above underlined part was the given starting line in a competition in my college and the word limit was 69 words.
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