HELLLL...ooo... I m back with a new chapter of this... sorry shayad late bhi hu... nd chap bhi chhota h... but itna hi ho paaya yr... just flanked between my boards nd coaching test series...

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He woke up the next morning.. just to find its 10 already... and his dad must have left for his work... he sat on the bed... without known to his will, his hands reached up to his eyes... to finally crush the, now ended dream, by rubbing them... He took deep breath... just to relax his mind not to further, run scrolls on the same dream... but his eyes had a squint of finalization that he is not gonna share his dream...

"whatever..!" he shrugged and left to get freshen up but his brain was not that fresh... even after a complete sleep... You know what... sometimes your unconscious tires you, when your conscious is away running errands... something we could allege our unconscious is that, it ain't in our control... ya ya.. some of you might be lucid, just like me, but... the 80 percent aren't...

Its about half an hour... he could finally be seen coming out of the washroom and heading towards the dining... but, narrator(ME) seems very lethargic to follow him over there also... so... wait for him here... only... And my wait overs, signaling my fingers to start poking the keyboard... he's come... I thought to ask him, as if had done the breakfast, but... obv he would ignore me and I hate ignorance...

He sat on the same table... remembering the last night's incident.. his father's efforts and his sleepy taunts... he sighed and picked the fallen pen... dreaming the past... praying never to be his future again... and penning it down... continuing the dead ECG of the last night into a exuberant one... initiating next chapter in his biography...


#4. Ajeeb hai...

[Abhijeet's pov continue from last chap]

So... I thought to forbid myself from the thought of thinking about that thoughtful intro... sorry..! won't turn much confusing ahead... I flipped the pages of the book and halted, when I saw some words.. and took it as commence of the book... the first page written... ohh.. this seems outlandish... It stated-

"""Jis pale hue of the fage... and the tark bluish-blak color of the inck... held immy hand... instrybing sumof my own wordz, making the paje look more pale, hepless... But.. I love to ci his helpezness... the way he is indulged, saking the sɹɐɔs.. the piercins on idz body... haaa... Id gifes me a soode as if I am tranquillized... My soughts... my nervze... all scung in a blow of euphoria... No... I m not alcoholic...!

Neverdeless I am sad... hmm... sad fa' dem... my tittle souls... my screeming koir... my ruinin grounds... daer blanc, whise, shaccered hopes, horer notz... Snall flowers... dhat muscle tearing rhydms... awww... Its wery phainful... though... I am loving it...!"""

I could easily feel my jaw dossal down like the one in church... What was that? Is it deliberate or intentional? How could anyone do this much mistooks... Sorry I myself making mistooks... arrghhh! just leave it...

But its sure that this RATHIK KUMAR had a damaged, toxic brain... how could anyone be so cruel...? so heartless...? I thought to shut the book nd flung it away from my reach... coz reading further would surely spoil my English asso... look,, like this...! but something provoked me to find out more about his mentality.. by reading more about him... in the proceedings... so...

I blowed air between the thick right down edge of the book to separate its new page out... but... I don't think my carbon dioxide was much effective... The pages hardly moved a µm... I made a topsy-turvy face... Now, I tried to flick the page out with help of my thumb... but... the pages were like metal surface... you cannot make out thin paper edges out of the solid bunch... what's happening..?

Just in this panic, I saw a small box like something made in the right lower corner of the page... catechizing for something... I narrowed my eyes.. to make out the page's requirement... and it was asking for...

"""...Yeh aasmaan nahi... Pyaas hai meri...

...Aur laal, yeh khoon nhi, Khuraak h meri..."""

Shit..! I yelled but the chords in my throat didn't seem to have had worked... what on this earth did he mean? I rubbed my first finger on the box... and suddenly it stuck on the page end and... Hell...! I gulped getting more restless... I tried to divorce out my finger from the pricky page... yes.. the page was feeling me like this... but.. my efforts were a good vain... I took support of my left hand to make this happen,, but what I saw next made me dumb...

My finger materialized, as if to supply blood drops to the famished, thirsty page... The.. the.. pa.. page box was... ge.. getting... stained... Re.. red...? w.. wi.. with.. m.. my.. blo.. blood...!? I stammered in fear... coz.. This freaked my mind out of my skull... my heart was not thumping loudly... but I felt like it stopped beating... The area near my finger on the page box... I could see some red lines, spreading in all directions.. away from my finger spot covering the box completely... it was like blowing through a straw to make a fluid pattern... But... to my bad... the color was REDD..!

Now, with a horrified, pain bearing face, I tried to distant my finger nd it easily popped out... How...? I got confused again... I carefully looked at it... it was covered with blood... Ahh.. I flinched suddenly as if someone pulled my hairs.. I closed my eyes in a reflex.. nd touched my hairs in order to free them... but... nothing I could touch, but the air... which couldn't be felt...

Anyways... I turned to see... just to find no one in my room... but me.. alone... I just can't express what was going on with me,, but then, I glanced at my finger... only to see it... well nd fine... nd to my surprise, without blood?

What? was that all my dream? No.. but I don't remember it to be one... I rubbed my thumb on the same finger, which felt nothing, just a normal touch... no pain... no red paint... nothing... My mind struck something nd I glanced at the page end... yes the same box... but.. the box disappeared...? the blood splatter? where did that go..?


HEY.. SO ITS OVER... FOR TODAY... hope it would hv matched your expectations... I would continue this chapter #4 in the next chapter of this story maybe... so don't get confused..

nd the mistakes in that book are INTENTIONALLY MADE... hope u won't find it much difficult to get the right word out, by making some replacements... or else I'll try to provide some hints of it...

This way of writing, I got inspired from another author... not on this platform.. hope he is not gonna sue me... haahaa...

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