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ADVIK
Eighty One. Eighty Two. Eighty Three. Eighty Four. Eighty Five-
Okay. I guess I should stop doing this counting thing. Definitely not the best way to kill time.
This place sucks. This fucking office sucks.
Running fingers through my already messed up hair, I glanced over my wrist watch.
Lunchtime.
I never know that even after school and college, one such day will come when I'll be having breaks in-between my work hours to stuff my stomach.
Shutting down the computer, I loosen my tie and went out to eat something. Roaming my eyes around, I found a small stall selling Maggi and Chai.
I decided to go there since it'll not cost heavily to my pocket.
My salary- Twenty five thousands. Do the Maths, Maggie is the best option.
"Bhaiya, ek plain Maggie aur ek chai. Thora jaldi."
"Ji shahab." He smiled.
Shahab?
"I am no king, bhaiya." I muttered under my breath.
I tried to look for a place where I can sit but instead my eyes fell on the blue colored notebook which was lying at the corner of street. Something in me tempted to go there and grab that notebook but I didn't. And why would I? Books and I are two different world. Okay, I should pick it up.
Before you read further-
You are about to read something which I've written straight from my heart. All the things which I've felt are buried in this notebook. If you found this, maybe you should give it a try. I know you must be thinking about throwing this notebook aside but please don't. I know this will not help you, it may bore you but there are few possibilities that you enjoy this. Just give it a try.