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Its 3:27 am on the clock, his head still rests on the pile of pillows over the bed
He has been trying to sleep for last one hour looking right in the center of the ceiling
Hundred thoughts chasing each other with the slight hope of intersecting at a point and land to a conclusion
He tries to pin each one of them and align them in the order which he felt would be right
Astonishing he feels when he sees the same thing coming on top every single time
Why can’t he get it off his head even after he summons all his courage and concentration
He looked at the poster of Ronaldo hanging right in front which said “Impossible is Nothing”
He bangs his head on the pile, why did it seem impossible if they say so. Why cant he sleep!
The exasperation was way much more than the indent which he had left for the worst case scenarios
Its been three nights in a row and the fear of rejection never lost the race among the other ninety nine thoughts
The mind apprehended another tormented attack on itself
He takes a walk outside trying to call on few numbers and seldom, he ends up switching the phone off
Sitting with huge amount of composure the heart calms the head down and a rather rare head heart compatibility check happens
Amidst all of this he watched the clock indicating 4:40 am and he sits in the small balcony looking at the first ray of the dawn
The pain gets hindered with that slight light which falls on his skin
The insomniac smiles for the first time in six hours as if the light was burning all his fears
He plugged in his earphones, clicked on his favorite playlist
Sat on the table, took a sheet and his superlative pencil. The smile prevailed again with each shade by the pencil
Head bowed down but this time the thoughts were channelized
He was painting all his fears on that paper. He ended up making a portrait in a matter of minutes
Long hair, eyes glittering on a round face. He smiled and kept it in his file where he kept all the other ones, placing it on top of a plastic sheet
Through which that same face was visible. He closed the file and then his eyes with that same smile spread all over his face.
The chair was his bed every morning!!!!
-©Abhishek
The Insomniac!
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