Remembering Insomnia

Remembering Insomnia

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Are you sleeping? Watch closely. If you think you're alone in your bed, pervaded by darkness, 2 a.m. and you desperately want someone to hold you tight and stick all your broken pieces together -but not- because you love this pain and you will miss it when it's gone, then this book is for you. Will the pain miss you when it's gone? Will the cage miss the bird when it flew? Now, are you listening? There's a book that taught me how pain demands to be felt. This book will let you think how to feel the pain. Nikhil wants to sleep but he can't..... Dheepthi wants to sleep but he won't....
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"If you do not want that bullet to go through her head" I spoke. She trembled sobbing. "Marry me" I spoke. Her eyes widened in shock. Her struggling halted and so did her sister's. "Why are you doing this to me Adeesh?" She sobbed. I gritted my teeth. I grabbed her jaw tightly. "9 years ago" I said. "You know what happened very well" I said vengefully. She sobbed. I was starting to get irritated. I took the gun and shot. Not at her mother. But the bullet barely missed her by an inch. Vedha screamed. Her knees buckled and she fell down. "If I can tell you one thing about me it's that Adeesh never misses sweetheart" I spoke. Her sobbings had subsided into hiccups. "Now be a good girl and get onto the mandap with me" she stood up with shaky legs and I held her palm tightly. I pulled her into the mandap that the priest had already cleaned and prepared. She stood on the mandap. The priest began to chant the mantras but I stopped him. "Just get to the main part" I said and the priest sighed. We exchanged the Varmalas made out of lotuses and roses and I tied the thali around her neck. Tears shedded down her face and dropped down to her locket. I leaned down to whisper in her ears and said. "Save your tears for later sweetheart. You have your whole life for crying"

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