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Love at the time of insomnia
I have lost the colors of my life. You must be wondering, what happened. Yes it is true I have lost, dont think that I am color blind. These days my companions are dark coffee filled in white mugs, and white cigarettes burning to dark ashes. I spend my nights awake gazing at the black, realizing that nights are longer than days.
Finally I managed to book an appointment with one of the renowned psychiatrist in this city. But what is my problem, what will I tell him. Internet says I am Insomniac.
While waiting at the lounge for my turn, a number of thoughts flashed inside my head. The most relevant among them was, what is my plan tonight. I have a whole night in front of me.
I was directed towards the consulting room, I pasued for a moment, a room full of books, neatly arranged. I doubt "am I in the correct room". The answer to my question was a fine young gentleman, pointed me a recliner.
Finally I managed to book an appointment with one of the renowned psychiatrist in this city. But what is my problem, what will I tell him. Internet says I am Insomniac.
While waiting at the lounge for my turn, a number of thoughts flashed inside my head. The most relevant among them was, what is my plan tonight. I have a whole night in front of me.
I was directed towards the consulting room, I pasued for a moment, a room full of books, neatly arranged. I doubt "am I in the correct room". The answer to my question was a fine young gentleman, pointed me a recliner.
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