Chapter 06: Loop Hole.
Good Morning! His roommate wished him. In reply, he asked what's the time?
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After checking on to his phone he answered 02:34 PM.
That wasn't a new thing for him. He usually spends the entire night watching The Flash, Working hard to update his Instagram's page to increase followers or just watching some random youtube videos.
Was this one another night when you slept at 05 or 06 in the morning? His roommate asked.
Yaa... Duuh!
He could never analyze what was that life event which made him an Insomniac. Well, anyway it doesn't matter now anyways but, he surely loved the dusk.
For him, Nights were that point of time when he could separate himself from others. The time when he could take out time, thinking about his career, family, friends, life. Unaware of the fact that he turning into an "Overthinker".
Although his MBA kept him occupied. Sometimes, He literally had to persuade himself. "Go to sleep, you have important works lined up for tomorrow, for your own sake please shut down your eyes inside that head".
.
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Every day, we all are in a battle. The battle against situations, against expectations, against competition or authorities keeping a balance with family, friends, crush etc.
Sometimes we lose, Sometimes we win.
But, whenever he gets the time he wins all the battles he has lost. (In his head at such nights)
With his every day he tried to give the best shot. All his actions were in the direction of his goal of proving himself. His brain was doing homework every night again & again. All he wanted was to win. Win every time.
.
It was hard for his friends to stay along with him for a long time, probably because he himself was never satisfied with his performance. How, can anyone be with him? He always tried to push his limits! but, he never stopped thinking.
.
.
.
.
He was probably stuck in another dimension of thoughts.
.
.
Is he playing the lead character in some kind of Movie where you get sucked into a wormhole by gravity? or was it Enstine's some other theory of dimension where he is just revolving in his own thoughts just like space & time?? No no, wait! Life can't be that simple. This might be a Trap. It's a Loop.
"I know this sounds like a crap."
He talked to himself while looking at his beard in the Mirror.
Shit! It's again 04:03 AM, I had to wake up early yaar... Shit! Shit!
A few hours later...
His roommate: Good Morning!
Recollecting the thoughts of last night...
"It was always that simple, It's always Morning when you wake up"
He pulled his socks and was ready again to start the Day.
.
After checking on to his phone he answered 02:34 PM.
That wasn't a new thing for him. He usually spends the entire night watching The Flash, Working hard to update his Instagram's page to increase followers or just watching some random youtube videos.
Was this one another night when you slept at 05 or 06 in the morning? His roommate asked.
Yaa... Duuh!
He could never analyze what was that life event which made him an Insomniac. Well, anyway it doesn't matter now anyways but, he surely loved the dusk.
For him, Nights were that point of time when he could separate himself from others. The time when he could take out time, thinking about his career, family, friends, life. Unaware of the fact that he turning into an "Overthinker".
Although his MBA kept him occupied. Sometimes, He literally had to persuade himself. "Go to sleep, you have important works lined up for tomorrow, for your own sake please shut down your eyes inside that head".
.
.
Every day, we all are in a battle. The battle against situations, against expectations, against competition or authorities keeping a balance with family, friends, crush etc.
Sometimes we lose, Sometimes we win.
But, whenever he gets the time he wins all the battles he has lost. (In his head at such nights)
With his every day he tried to give the best shot. All his actions were in the direction of his goal of proving himself. His brain was doing homework every night again & again. All he wanted was to win. Win every time.
.
It was hard for his friends to stay along with him for a long time, probably because he himself was never satisfied with his performance. How, can anyone be with him? He always tried to push his limits! but, he never stopped thinking.
.
.
.
.
He was probably stuck in another dimension of thoughts.
.
.
Is he playing the lead character in some kind of Movie where you get sucked into a wormhole by gravity? or was it Enstine's some other theory of dimension where he is just revolving in his own thoughts just like space & time?? No no, wait! Life can't be that simple. This might be a Trap. It's a Loop.
"I know this sounds like a crap."
He talked to himself while looking at his beard in the Mirror.
Shit! It's again 04:03 AM, I had to wake up early yaar... Shit! Shit!
A few hours later...
His roommate: Good Morning!
Recollecting the thoughts of last night...
"It was always that simple, It's always Morning when you wake up"
He pulled his socks and was ready again to start the Day.
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