extract from book-in-progress...uploaded on special request..
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"and he found himself at the by-now familiar brink of dexterous avoidance of reality...
by now he had even stopped wondering "why me"...
and given in to the blur of what was reality, and what seemed like reality to him.
and the most idiotic thing was that, no matter how much he thought, he couldn't find a way out...an answer on how to make her happy...on how to not get into a fight....not today at least...
and yet, he knew...they would fight...he would end up cleaning all the shit...
"if only i had listened to Mithila...if only i had a bit more self-restraint...life would have been a totally different story...a completely polar reality...and an equally predicate myth of reality"
and he went on again...drinking the golden peg of JD...at 6 a.m.
wondering where life had come to...and drifting off into the haze of the vodka hukka lying next to him...unknowingly puffing it in his sleep...as if the filter had been glued to his mouth...
trying to clear the plague of emotional uncertainty... "
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