Originally posted by: greenteaholic
Dysania and Insomnia
She picked up a string of bright orange flowers orphaned in a lonely mantap. Her eyes scanned the area in search of her expensive earring. Lord of chaos had reigned that day when the groom and his wedding party walked out on her sister wedding. Nightmare had become a reality.
The party was mythomane of Shyam's ego and Anjali's potentate on Arnav. The shadows welcomed Arnav deep into its womb and soothed his bubbling irritation in its quiet embrace. He took a lingering sip of whiskey and wondered if this shadow was slowly becoming an anthropomorphization of his dead mother.
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