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Index
Part 1 Page 1
Part 2 Page 4
Part 3 Page 7
Part 4 Page 10
Part 5 Page 16
Part 6 Page 17
Part 7 Page 19
Part 8 Page 20
Part 9 Page 23
Part 10 Page 23
Part 11 Page 24
Part 12 Page 25
Part 13 Page 26
Part 14 Page 29
Part 15 Page 32
Part 16 Page 34
Part 17 Page 36
Part 18 Page 38
Part 19 Page 40
Part 20 Page 44
Part 21 Page 46
Part 22 Page 53
Part 23 Page 56
Part 24 Page 58
Part 25 Page 60
Part 26 Page 62
Part 27 Page 65
Part 28 Page 67
Part 29 Page 72
Part 30 Page 76
Part 31 Page 78
Part 32 Page 82
Part 33 Page 87
Part 34 Page 92
Part 35 Page 95
Part 36 Page 98
Part 37 Page 101
Part 38 Page 106
Part 1
Is there anything such as love? If yes then, what is love?
Are people so cruel and insensitive? Is there no such thing as honesty
and genuineness in this world? Were people all there for only a reason of
fulfilling an ulterior motive? What was the reason for his life? Why was he
here? Was this place really his home?
He could not find a single answer to his questions since the
day his journey started as this new person. Every evening after fateful one he
would get himself drunk.
That evening when he had seen his wife .. his life confessing
her love to someone else. To get him out of there his friend had suggested
cheekily that it was time to find someone for him. He had whisked him away to a
bar with no other intention except to get him to wind down.
That evening at the bar became the turning point in his life
and then life soon became a routine; getting up in the morning with a stiff
hangover, going to work after dousing some aspirins and evenings sitting at a
bar in the neighborhood with his whiskey quietly drinking away. Not a
word exchanged except when he wanted to get his drink refilled.
It was four months since he had returned back. From a place
which was once his home to a place which also could be called his home but he
could not identify with either at all. Every evening he would ask himself those
same questions and every evening he would draw blank, frustrating him further.
He hated drinking because she never liked it yet he drank so that he would not
be in his senses and hoping then those questions would not haunt him.
When he had left, he had promised her that he would be happy
and he would take care of himself. But those promises seemed meaningless as
they were made to a person who never really bothered about the genuineness. His
genuineness. He was fine with it all along because he wanted her to be fine.
Deceit had become second nature for her when he was in question or was he her
favorite alibi whom she used at any given moment. She always gave him false
hope and assurance. Finally all came crashing down. Yet he was fine. Her moving
out of his life to seek her happiness with the love of her life, the ridicule
he faced back home, his lonely broken heart, everything. He was fine just
because what always mattered to her was one smile on her face. He truly
smiled as she smiled.
But it all seemed to be worthless as he never mattered to
her. If he did, then she would not have had put up a big farce in front of the
whole world to make a mockery out of him.
He never thought that way but that evening at the bar
changed his perspective completely.
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