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  There was a car outside. No, may be a bike. Really can’t know these days. They all sound the same. Loud and stupid. “Can you stop that dad!” I shouted. Then again how was he supposed to, it’s not ours’ we don’t own a vehicle. Dad is kind of scared, mom doesn’t want one, and I couldn’t care less. The window overlooking the road is right next to my bed. I get up and I see the Bojack poster and then turn to the left in disgust and there it is. It was the water truck by the way, on the road. I guess I need to explain what the fuck a water truck was doing at my door step, six in the morning, on a rainy day. A lot of people from my hometown, must already know whatever the fuck is going on. But for you lot who don’t understand, its because we need to buy jars of drinking water every week, cause we ain’t got that sweet juice coming home every day in our taps. So, this morning, as it poured from the skies, I looked outside and there it was. The water truck. Now six o’ clock might ...

It was raining. At least in my head, I believe that it was raining. That makes it a little bit more dramatic and fun to read. Rain was quite common these days. In my 23 years on this earth and especially here, I fail to remember any time like this, when it started raining from the beginning and continued to rain throughout the year. Naturally, I am inclined to presume it was raining, even though I forgot the day itself. I presume it was. She was waiting at the corner of the road on her scooter. I was late. Mind you! It was the first time I was ever late but nonetheless I was. Late. I looked at my watch constantly while I walked past hordes of dummies rushing besides me. Everyone was in a hurry. The scarecrows, the plastic models and the paper animals, every single being was rushing somewhere. No one wanted to be outside. I wouldn’t blame them it was 2020, the year of the virus. Everyone seemed to be galloping and here I was. Late. If you knew me, even a week before I started writ...