The Journey : So Far .... ( Part 2 )

I was explaining in detail the sorrow that I was lifting on my shoulders without any fault of mine, as it happened abruptly. It all started when I had even planned to disclose my hinted plot regarding an article that was supposed to go on air on a later date this month.

But, unfortunately, cannot even think about those phrases. I was too much curious but was unaware of the fact that my website would be tagged with some form of violation policy of Google AdSense.

It is still such a disgrace of the sorrow that I reap within myself every day. I can easily express my emotions at the moment but since this is a platform where emotions do not have any place because here only written words are what is given importance.

As emotions cannot be witnessed with the naked eyes of the reader. After even establishing my identity in the eyes of Google Adsense, I thought my job was finished there.

And from there on I can write to my heart's content without any further interruptions.

Write Some more .....

We understand your curiosity and hence request you to stay patient for the upcoming sequel......

Till then

See ya..........

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