Quote by Sahil Sood

“During the late hours at the club, bathed in the haze of flashing pink neon lights, he could hear shadows on the walls speak, hear the unspoken thoughts of people lounging at the counter, quietly staring at each other. On rainy days when he walked home, the soft hum of those whispered voices would rise in the air, whistling past his ears before swiftly draining away in front of the building where he lived.”

Quote by Sahil Sood