Ch 4.2. Static Noise - PART II

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_____ RECAP - PART I_______

He deafening cries, shattering the silence within him... His hands covering his tormented ears... His anguished tears cascading like a torrent, flooding the floor beneath him. His wounded heart, bleeding out once more...

For the last time.

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"Kisi ek jan ki chale jane se duniyaa nahi ruk jati... 

par kya kare jab wo insaan hi apki puri duniya ho..."

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'Stop this... Please ...

No matter how hard he pressed his ears, it couldn't relieve him... T̶h̶e̶i̶r̶  The voices inside his head, crashing and burning his insides. Hollowing him. Ravaging him...

The floodgates of his emotions too weak to handle the crashing waves of distress.

"... please sedate me ... PLEASE !... " His plea, too complex for a 6-year-old to understand.


Abhir had never seen his Dadda break down in front of him. His mourning scared him, hurt him... broke him... 

"Dadda please..." His own sobs rising up. He thought he exhausted all his tears, but apparently not. 

He went around him, holding him from his back... Trying to control his breathing to focus on his father. "... Dadda please... Uthiye..."

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"Please meri zindagi me ap Shiv aur Sati

 wala chapter mat likhiega... 

Kyunki is hospital se koi apke 

pas aya to wo rup badal kar wapas nahi ayega."

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"No, No, No... WHY!!!!!...." Breathing was impossible now. Abhimanyu held Abhir's arm, the one wrapped like a boa constrictor around his neck. Trying to pacify himself. His sobs shaking Abhir as well.

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"Taqdeere badal dijiye, lakeere badal dijiye magar 

Akshu ko kuchh hua na 

to mai apse jawab manguga... 

Apko mujhe javab dena hoga"

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The voices taking a dark turn... from yearning to threatening. He couldn't stop them... "...why...," The coarseness of his voice causing discomfort to Abhir's ears... 

Like chalk on a board... 

Like bare nails on a drywall... 

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