THE COLOR WAS BLUE (BOOK COVER)

CHAPTER 8: NONCHALANCE

I woke up early next morning to a bruised hand. Now, this wasn’t any normal bruise. There were cuts across the knuckles and the knuckle of the middle finger was swollen as big as the finger itself. I looked around, and all of them were gone. All that remained was three unsmoked but lighted up cigarettes alongside the edges of the sofa. Now, I would have actually thought of calling Jeffry for help and all, but today, I had a certain sense of clarity. I mean, there couldn’t really be another me! I was just going paranoid because I haven’t really slept that well. Also, I have seen a lot of movies like this. I picked up the cigarette pieces and put it in my pocket. If you like, just saw me, doing that, I assure you, you’d think I was one of those street plastic collectors. No offense to anyon...

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CHAPTER 5: PRATEEK KUHAD

I woke up a bit tired. I think I slept like around 11 yesterday, but again woke up early as I always do. My eyes always wander to the Bojack horseman poster but today my other self was seated on the chair and his face covered the poster by almost half. His phone was ringing with a song. It was melodic. I listened quietly. At first it was hard to point to but then I had it. Cold/Mess “Prateek Kuhad?” He turned to me as if he was shocked but his face showed no expressions. “Yes, what about it?” I looked closely at him. “When did you sleep last night?” I was concerned. I mean. The guy’s face was like he was beaten up by three people at the same time with the same punch. His eyes were grouched and carried around them the blackest of bags. They almost looked like a leather purse. Eww. Don’t imagine that. “I didn’t sleep” “So, what have you been doing” He showed me his phone. As if I had to instinctively know what he had been doing. I, umm, I do know what he was doing but...

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