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34/40 [some things must fall] It is the first wee

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[some things must fall] It is the first week of March, 2019. I am living by myself in Almora for the first time. Freedom is unprecedented, and the sleeping and eating habits have gone way out of control. I am sleeping post midnight most of the days. I'm eating noodles and making a mess of my health quite extravagantly.

The day is 16th of June, 2019. India is playing Pakistan in the world cup. I am watching the game on the mobile comfortable on the bed. Ma is about to go to the market for buying stuff and asks me what should she bring for me. Like the most sweet toothed people I sweetly demand a box full of 'besan k ladoos'. She is sweet, she comes back and gifts me this box full of one of my favourite sweets. I'm elated. I finish the box before Rohit scores his century.

I'm too pampered by my Pa. On hundreds of occasions in the past he'd ask me what I would like for the dinner and almost every single time I'd happily demand chicken, my favourite meal. 

Around September I get my heart broken because of my reckless attitude. I send nasty texts to someone who was always sweet to me. Breaking that person's heart breaks mine to a million pieces. Around the same time a chapter from my past reopens promising an unprecedented turmoil in my life. I decide to come home on the 3rd of September hoping to rest and take it easy for a while.
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[some things must fall] It is the first week of March, 2019. I am living by myself in Almora for the first time. Freedom is unprecedented, and the sleeping and eating habits have gone way out of control. I am sleeping post midnight most of the days. I'm eating noodles and making a mess of my health quite extravagantly.

The day is 16th of June, 2019. India is playing Pakistan in the world cup. I am watching the game on the mobile comfortable on the bed. Ma is about to go to the market for buying stuff and asks me what should she bring for me. Like the most sweet toothed people I sweetly demand a box full of 'besan k ladoos'. She is sweet, she comes back and gifts me this box full of one of my favourite sweets. I'm elated. I finish the box before Rohit scores his century.

I'm too pampered by my Pa. On hundreds of occasions in the past he'd ask me what I would like for the dinner and almost every single time I'd happily demand chicken, my favourite meal. 

Around September I get my heart broken because of my reckless attitude. I send nasty texts to someone who was always sweet to me. Breaking that person's heart breaks mine to a million pieces. Around the same time a chapter from my past reopens promising an unprecedented turmoil in my life. I decide to come home on the 3rd of September hoping to rest and take it easy for a while.
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