Despite being so seemingly laid back and sure of himself, Akash felt conflicted by his father's death.
He felt lost.
He sought comfort in music, it was all he had left - his own siblings wouldn't console him...
They all just lost their father, he wasn't special.
Despite being so seemingly laid back and sure of himself, Akash felt conflicted by his father's death.
He felt lost.
He sought comfort in music, it was all he had left - his own siblings wouldn't console him...
They all just lost their father, he wasn't special.
Despite being so seemingly laid back and sure of himself, Akash felt conflicted by his father's death.
He felt lost.
He sought comfort in music, it was all he had left - his own siblings wouldn't console him...
They all just lost their father, he wasn't special.
Sunday's eyes fluttered open. He stayed on his knees as his hands slowly slipped out of their praying position and he warily gazed around the quiet church.
This wouldn't be the first disturbance in the middle of a prayer... But it always made his sweat run cold.
Sunday's eyes fluttered open. He stayed on his knees as his hands slowly slipped out of their praying position and he warily gazed around the quiet church.
This wouldn't be the first disturbance in the middle of a prayer... But it always made his sweat run cold.
Sunday's eyes fluttered open. He stayed on his knees as his hands slowly slipped out of their praying position and he warily gazed around the quiet church.
This wouldn't be the first disturbance in the middle of a prayer... But it always made his sweat run cold.
Sunday's eyes fluttered open. He stayed on his knees as his hands slowly slipped out of their praying position and he warily gazed around the quiet church.
This wouldn't be the first disturbance in the middle of a prayer... But it always made his sweat run cold.
Sunday's eyes fluttered open. He stayed on his knees as his hands slowly slipped out of their praying position and he warily gazed around the quiet church.
This wouldn't be the first disturbance in the middle of a prayer... But it always made his sweat run cold.
Sunday's eyes fluttered open. He stayed on his knees as his hands slowly slipped out of their praying position and he warily gazed around the quiet church.
This wouldn't be the first disturbance in the middle of a prayer... But it always made his sweat run cold.