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It was somewhere around mid-summer of 2017 I guess. He was walking down this dark alley of Obscureville, smoking and drinking canned coffee. He always loved doing this; drinking coffee and smoking while taking a midnight stroll. Yes it was midnight. Dark clouds gathered in his mind and while the extra dark coffee tried to clear his mind, those thoughts tried to fight their way into his mind and somewhere among those thoughts he saw a face. He smirked. 2015, the year when an unexpected event in his life occurred. Criss always had a knack for portraits and in fact he was even going to a portrait sketch class. He’d been going ther for over a year and was excelling at his own pace. He was fairly getting good at charcoal. He was calm, friendly but slightly damaged if you must say. But that’s not the important part here. An acquaintance of his had asked to teach her older sister how to sketch. Agreeing to her request he called up Simran; the older sister. At first he was some...

“People call me crazy, idiot, moron and a freak. No! I’m not a definition of a normal teenager and yes, what they say is true, I’m a moron, a freak, an idiot and crazy.             May be it has something to do with my anti-socialism or maybe it’s just the way I love solitude. At 16, most people would be roaming the streets but I am different. Dear Diary, I’m a freak, a loner”             With these words he closes his diary and takes out a cigarette from his hidden stash. It’s almost midnight so everyone in his family is asleep, except him of course. He goes to his balcony from where the street is visible and watches the emptiness as he sits down and smokes his cigarette. Funny, even at this hour there still are walkers, the roamers of the night. It’s his favorite pastime, especially since he has problem sleeping. After smoking 2/3 cigarette he goes back inside and turns...

Well he, he always was a lost soul. Even among us he was always a lost guy. i once asked him why, the reason and he replied "like hell i know". time had taught me not to mess with his temper and i left the topic there. he lights up a cigeratte. ********************************************************************************** more than a   year ago he had gone to some hike where he met a lost soul not unlike him.   they got along quie well for someone who just had just met. the girl Rusa had the same emptyness inside her. now why they had that emptyness inside them is totally another topic so i wont go there, the fact that they had that emptyness is all that matters here.    a month pased ahd their friendship only grew. a few months passed and it only grew. they had become close, very close. in fact so close that people mistook them for a couple. a few hugs anda few laughs. thats all they needed. they werent alone of course they had a third friend, Riza and ...

Well he is a weird guy to begin with. Doing random stuffs, talking about the most unexpected of things at most unexpected of times. He woke up that night to the sound of thunder. Not because he was scared of it but because the thunder called out to him. He went up to the terrace and watched the sky. It was beautiful. He stared at the sky for some time and a fragment of memory came to his mind      It was a thundering evening and he just had a fight, big fight with one of his closest friend. He had gone to his music class with a gloomy face and she had tried to cheer him up. No! he couldn’t remember her name or face but he just remembered that she was someone important to him. The thunder jolts him back from his stream of memory.      He spent the whole day trying to remember who that person was. Maybe she…No she definitely was a part of the memory that had been blocked. He was restless the whole day. Soon it was evening and he had a hab...