Subrata Acharya
A dog had his vision narrowed down by the iron bars of a cage. His confinement, however, felt less bitter for his master’s promise, “I will set you free.” He clung to the promise in the hope of getting his freedom, but despair soon crept in. The clouds passed by and the sun kept on repeating its clichéd motion along the skyscape. The regularity of the imagery became a bit too familiar and escape seemed like the only way out.
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