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    At the thirteenth day of my grandfather’s death, I had to visit their home. It a ritual of some sorts. I don’t really know what happens. When my own uncle died last year, frankly speaking, I do not remember what all we did. I don’t fancy myself reminiscing those days. So, here I was like Dracula from Castle Vania. I didn’t give a shit. I was just there. I watched. The priest had his work cut out and my mothers had theirs. The men sat chatting somewhere, some of my uncles played cards while some helped with food. I watched. My cell phone had gone crazy in the last few days. Between me and Jeffry I had been calling her for about 150 times a day. The phone couldn’t handle much of it. The mic started glitching and soon, the mic was gone. Gone! I mean I couldn’t speak anything through it so it served no other purpose than playing games. But I needed to call her still so I had to get it to work. You know, the other day when I went to get it fixed the guy said 2 weeks? 2 ...

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...

  “I can’t believe she blocked me?!” I had my phone in my hand calling her number, which always came back busy. That’s just an elaborate way of saying she blocked me. Although she did block me. “She can’t have blocked me” I was blabbering. My other self was aloof, expression less, and standing by the drawer next to the window. He was looking outside and back at his phone continuously. “Must have been a mistake, she’ll unblock me soon” “Aren’t you going to say something?” I asked him. He looked at me, barely for a second and went back to his phone. “Isn’t she the love of your life too, I mean you must be worried as well” He did the same routine again. One look at me and back to his phone. “I thought you were me, guess you’re not me enough” I blabbered. I mean the fucker showed no sign of emotion at all. He was busy with his phone. What a fucking rat. Has the audacity to claim he is me. I cursed in my head as he turned to me once more but this time he spoke. “I am worried...

  That day was weird indeed, but it slipped off my mind like butter slips off roasted pieces of meat. I’m not much of a chef so I don’t know if that statement holds, but you guys get what I mean. I forgot about that day.  I had left a message to my G about 2 days ago, saying how we should meet cause there could be another big lockdown soon and shit like that. I was casual like we never even fought, cause that’s my thing, I guess. Ignoring the big fat elephant in the room, because I don’t like body shaming. I was waiting for a reply to the message till yesterday, right before I had to go bald. My grandfather had passed away, and there is this weird custom of going bald when someone passes away. So, I had waited for a reply until that very moment but as soon as the last hair was off, the feeling in me wanting to meet her was gone. I look like a little chimpanzee when I go bald so I don’t really want to meet her when I look like this. But two days had gone since then and I ...

The next day there was as much of a hassle early in the morning as the last. I had no idea why it was happening, and I didn’t bother to ask. I was in my bed, half asleep and in a game of clash royale. Now there’s this card in clash royal ugh I don’t know why it’s so overpowered someone at supercell should really nerf the shit out of it. The mega knight, the chunky mega black armored fat piece of shit. I just want to say one thing to the people that play that card. Fuck you, you should go delete the game, just do it. So! here I was on my bed, half asleep being butchered by the mega knight while the other room was filled with hurried movements. I turned to the side away from the door and pushed my goblin barrel to the left tower. One arrow and them goblins were dead. “It’s hopeless” I sighed. I don’t know why suddenly I was so angry; I punched the phone. When in real life, I actually wanted to punch that stupid mega knight. Stupid fat Fucker! The phone screen whitened for a second ...