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Silence that sucks

The recent weeks have been better since the bad ones yet it feels like the worst year. 

Yaar tujhe pta h tu wo insaan tha jisko agar main bol dun ki chai peene ka time ni h to tu kitne Aram se bol deta tha ki koi na paanch minute mein leke aa jayenge...I guess issi chakkar mein tere saath double chai ki aadat lg gyi par kab mere liye table pe baithne ke liye jagah khatam ho gyi mujhe pta hi ni chla. Jin walks se humari dosti ki shuruaat Hui thi aj uss campus mein mere chlne ke liye shayad jagah Kam ho gyi. 

Par wo pehli baar uss canteen ke table pe ayi "unwanted" feeling I guess sadly yaad hai. Tu batayega nahin aur ladai kr ke tamasha bnne  mein mujhe koi interest ni hai. 
 
Wo reason chahe jitna bhi stupid tha but at least uss taraf mere pass Karan to hai idhar to sala mujhe pta hi ni kya hua hai. 

Bappa I know ap mera behtar mujhse behtar jante ho but please find a way...even if we can never be friends again, I really wish to know hua kya hai. 

When I was experiencing suicidal tendencies, newsrooms were literally my favourite escape space. I really miss those times. I know it would be a professional sabotage but if I could have enough courage and determination and discipline needed to find a new job, I actually would like to just change my job so we never have see each other's faces.

I try not to live & work with friends, I wish I had remembered to comply with the reverse. Stuck to acquaintanceship & had a simpler year.

PS - Vaishu this too will pass. Just love yourself a littlemore these days. 

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