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A pack of 20 Milds,a Kingfisher Blue and a Romanov Red for anyone who guesses within next 30 seconds what's fucking up my grey cells.I know it sounds sad but I am really sad.I feel as if someone has compressed me into a zip file and mailed me to some anonymous user 10000 miles away,who, when tries to unzip the file gets the message that the file is corrupted.Ok,so I am corrupted.And it is a very dull but sad conclusion.My life has become a complete chaos.I am just fucking up everything I am putting my hands into.

It was raining when I left the library.Everything was calm until I came to my room.And then like a spring-jack things started getting screwed up.The fan was moving slower than yesterday.The CFL wasn't as bright as it used to be.My class notes were missing.I was feeling sleepy by the time hour hand reached 11.My lighter got empty.I got some sore thing on my chest.I felt everyone hates me.I felt nobody loves me even though everybody pretend otherwise.The air was moist and the stars weren't shiny.Somebody called my name and said"You may have won this battle-but the war is far from over".And then I woke up.It was 19:30 and it was raining.I was all naked lying on my bed.The fan was moving as if it was it's last run.Faster and faster with every circle it did.The CFL shone like it was the only bright thing in the world.There were people who loved me.My class-notes were under my pillow.And I dint feel sleepy until I started writing this post.Things change.All for the good.

I remember that day very clearly.I was very sure I couldn't be wrong.And so I called her up.The phone rang 11 times before it got dead.I put it down and was retiring to the bed when it rang.It rang 11 times this side but I was all numb to get up and receive.I felt as if I was dead.I knew it was she.I was very sure I couldn't be wrong.And so I called her up.And then she picked it up and said "You may have won this battle-but the war is far from over".And it was then that I realized that this life is far from being simple for anyone to make sense out of.And I looked up at the ceiling.The fan was moving as if it was it's last run.The air was moist and the stars weren't shiny.And then I woke up.For one last time.To do one last thing.For one last person I ever loved in my life.Or will ever love again.

Everything is calm once again.There ain't any fan.The stars are dead.The air is damp.The sun is fucking up everyone and everything.A pack of 20 Milds,a Kingfisher Blue and a Romanov Red for anyone who guesses within next 30 seconds what's fucking up my grey cells.