PROLOGUE
It's been 5 years. 5 years since the partition. Time too is a fucked up thing. When we are happy,time flies with full speed, but when we are grieving, it is although time stopped altogether. Every passing second reminded me of us. The happiness we had. Where? Where has it gone then? Sure there were some cracks and gaps, but when did they become so big that our friendship sunk in it? Is it just that we suppressed our problems and grieves to show superficial happiness for the sake of our friendship? Or, is it that I was the one who was unhappy and went for the bare mirage of happiness that shattered when I touched it? These thoughts, the memories, our laughters, all which were light as a feather are now overcoming me and I am under them. The things I said, which then felt so right, now felt so wrong. The happiness gained by those words was like a glass, which is now shattered and pricks me every time I think about it. I can't take this anymore. The only way to stop this is to stop everything, stop time itself, stop living, stop life.
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