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Hey you ...yeah you....are you scared of the thoughts you get right before you go to sleep ??. ...When you put aside your phone to sleep...slide everything aside ...close your eyes...when you face the darkness ..those thoughts .....yeah we may have   talked and yeah you told me you had a great day ...and yes you have told me about that colleague you abhor and how that one time you got thrown out of a bar at midnight...and of course by now I know you prefer whiskey over beer...but what I wanna know is what you see when you don't wanna see anything ...what is that keeps you awake on the lonely nights...what is that you try to outrun...being a part of this hassle ...running this vicious cycle....dancing to this humdrum of chaos ...I wanna know what knocks your doors when you have put on the latch to rest.... frankly its all that matters to me ...because its all what it takes me to know you ...yeah I know you put up a good a show ...and yeah you keep up with everything wit...

Prologue -  There are some incidents in your life which give you a good laugh every time you remember them. This is one of such incidents. One time I and my dad were running errands and on the way home he entered a pharmacy. I was glued on my phone scrolling feeds so I chose to remain near the entrance while he gets whatever he wanted. Dad - “Bhai, ek I-pill dena    Translation - Give an I-pill please I had a mind freeze moment then and there. Hundreds of thoughts started pouring in my mind and it became a supercomputer trying to figure out why my 56 year old dad needed an I-pill. For all of you who do not know what an I-pill is, its an emergency contraceptive pill. I started regretting my decision to accompany him that day and I could totally see the pharmacist judging him secretly. Amidst all this I was cursing Big-Bang for my existence and wondering why did the earth not end in 2012. The pharmacist gave a give glance towards me and I pretended as ...