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I'm not the type to cycle in and out of relationships. I experience true connection rarely and would never dare settle for less. I'd rather wait a lifetime in isolation for something that genuinely captivates me, than rush into something shallow or ordinary just to feel needed............................"
Late morning sunlight seeped into a modest 1 BHK apartment, casting gentle rays that danced across the cream coloured tiled floor.
Vatsal yawned and stretched as he emerged from his slumber. The clock on his bedside table read 10:39 AM, confirming it was indeed a lazy Sunday.
After a brief moment of lethargy, he dragged himself out of his floor bed mattress, feeling the need to shake off the last vestiges of sleep. He trudged into the bathroom, where a quick, cold shower helped him regain some semblance of alertness. It was a habitual Sunday ritual - the tardy awakening, the shock of cold water, all part of the routine he'd come to accept in last two years of his 27 years of existence.
With newfound energy, Vatsal was hunched over in the cramped kitchen, dressed in a faded casual t-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans. With tousled hair and a five o'clock shadow that seemed to arrive sooner each day, he was the picture of a man living on the edge of routine.
The kitchen was a chaotic jumble of mismatched utensils and scattered crumbs. It lacked even the most basic essentials, a testament to his minimalistic lifestyle. He fumbled through a cluttered drawer, searching for a packet of ready to make noodles that seemed to have vanished into the abyss.
Opening the fridge, he was greeted by the desolate sight of emptiness. Save for two lonely slices of bread, one at the start and the other at the end of a single loaf, there was nothing to sustain him. Vatsal sighed, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment.
With a resigned shrug, he tossed the slices into the toaster. As they browned, filling the place with a familiar scent, he thought of the hearty breakfast that awaited him at his friend, Ojas's place.
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