Light-read cerita

I lost my job. Drowned myself in alcohol. Memories? Clear. My pocket? Oh, a check... HALF. A. MILLION. DOLLARS?! There's also a handkerchief with "L.J." on it. "Come, find me. Check valid for 11 days." No name. No signature. Damn. It's useless. I need to find out who "L.J." is and claim my half a million. Welcome to my diary, you nosy.

Sometimes love lasts. Sometimes it doesn't. But when it's time to put an end to that one great ride of romance, how graceful shall the exit be?

I spent my life longing for someone to come and say, 'It's over now; look up, and you'll find a new Sahil again.' A new Sahil, to meet and get amused by his theories and commentaries, to fall and run for him in the middle of the night, get to know him in his all mysteries and travel the world around in just a day and feel like if that's what love feels like, I'd never be out of it and then at the end of the day, you just watch that person leaving his body in all his righteousness and there's nothing you could do to save him. I don't want to do that all again. ********************************************