It was Diwali out there and I was sitting in my room with my computer trying to finish first draft of this story. A cigarette,hanging from my lips, was throwing on my eyes as much smoke as was out there on the streets cluttered with people bursting crackers. I don’t know how much they were enjoying, they were supposed to enjoy, it was a festival. I also used to enjoy back at home as a kid and would burst crackers. But at this moment, at this hour the acrid smoke was suffocating me. Or was it that loneliness which was suffocating me? Either way it was not going to make any difference, or, then I did not care anymore. It was useless to care.
In this carefree world, who wants to care, anyway.
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