Memory 70
Rosh sometimes just needed a break from life. His wife understood it to a certain extent but always maintained the fact that he was less of a man for it, at least, in her eyes.
He came to us. Usually without warning. We would sit and just watch tv or go out to a city and find our old clubs.
His escape was mine as well. We could pretend to be men without responsibility once more. Sure the bands on our fingers said otherwise but it was good to pretend. We needed two seconds without any responsibility more than us.
A/N: Moment 3, from Aditya's perspective, can be found by clicking the external link. Enjoy.
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