Tag: Joel Varun Vasanth

Glory Allegory.

IT was the morning of another overcast Sunday. Adrian’s dormitory room feebly lit up through its dust-stained windows. Off late, he had grown averse to even waking upon time when it was gloomy outside. ‘Where is the will? I seem to have lost it,’ he grumbled, his eyes barely open. It wasn’t until the previous night …