It was a hot, humid night.

The fan spun at full blast. But it didn't help much.

I could not close my eyes. Every time I tried to sleep, I felt like it was the best time to stay awake.

I sweated. My heart beat faster than any other nights. My mind prowled around -- there were a lot of things trying to take control.

I couldn't figure out what the universe was telling me about.

I leaned against the wall. The picture of my late father slipped into my mind.

I looked at the big digital clock. It was 2.32 am.


"Don't get confused with my personality, and my attitude."

"My personality is who I am."

"My attitude towards you depends on who you are."

"And how you had made me feel."


I can't write.

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