“Good night” I quietly said to Sharad, but he was already asleep, leaving me alone withthese tantalizing fragments hanging in front of my eyes, that I could not wait to tie up.Sleep, I forcefully told myself, I’ll look up an answer tomorrow. I closed my eyes andstarted counting slowly. I usually tried this when I was agitated or excited, it alwayscalmed me down. Sure enough, as I moved into the 20s I felt I weighed 500 kgs, therewasn’t a better idea than sleeping.‘34, 35, 36…’ it had been a long day.’46, 47, 48, 49…’ one complete month off until college started again. All the novels, foodand sleeping the days away, the thought was blissful.’69, 70, 71, 72, 73….’
BAM
Something had happened. I’d fallen off the bed. I rubbed my elbow, but I realized itdidn’t hurt at all. Bemused I turned towards the bedside clock, and stopped in surprise.Where there should have been my round, solid, trusted alarm clock, lay a book, a very oldand battered book, with a few torn pages loosely hanging out, the spine wrinkled and broken as if 10,000 hands had opened this book before it ended up here on my bedsidetable. I stretched my hand towards it, and then I realized it was a diary, it was my personal diary, but that was supposed to be deep in my cupboard where I’d put it after writing tonight, ‘how in the hell did it get in this state?’ .Anger welled up within me, if Sharad had anything to do with this, he is dead. Rhyme and reason don’t often walk handin hand in my case, but an answer came swiftly. ‘Nobody
came near my almirah’
Ireasoned with myself’. I turned towards the ancient wooden cupboard, but it wasn’t there.Then things fell into place. This was a dream.I looked around, the room was sparsely furnished. Next to the table lay my favorite green pen Mom had gifted me last New Years Eve, to pen down my resolutions. Of course I’d broken them all up till now. I picked it up and put it beside the diary. I moved around theroom. There was a fantastic feel about it. It felt as if the light blue walls would startwhispering any second. The wall at the end had framed photographs on it, many many pictures. Thousands of them spread across its immense width. I moved towards one snapthat caught my eye. It was of a group of people by the sea. All of them looked happy andgay after a day in the water. The girl third from left was definitely hot, and that one in the pink top .Though the same could not be said about the guy who had his arm around her waist. I moved to the next person, it was a short man, a little on the chubby side with awolfish grin on his face, it didn’t suit him. The guy next to him had a digi cam in hishand. This photo had way too many men for my liking. I quickly ran through the other faces and then stopped. Strange as it was the guy in the corner resembled Mohit.
‘Yeah,the watchman resembles Shatrughan Sinha too, so what’.
But the one in the centre wasway too much like
Nishant. I tried to compare my puppy faced 19 year friend with thisguy. He looked more like 25, but there was this uncanny similarity, that smile and eyesco-ordination that sets everyone apart, he was just like Nishant.
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