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ADVIK

"Guess what." Nikhil came through the door, screaming if I may add.
What's the reason behind his sudden excitement?
"I've got us a ticket for Zakir Khan's show." He whistled.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Dude. Don't mess with me, okay." He made a face.
Well, I seriously don't know him.
"So we're going to a music concert?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Fuck you." He laughed and came to sit next to me.
"You seriously don't know him, don't you?"
I shook my head.
"Well he's a comedian."
"Okay. Cool."
"Advik, why are you so depressed man? I mean I understand that whatever happened with you was not okay but dude, get over it. You've a life to live. At least show some enthusiasm."
I heard his every single word but none of them made any sense to me.
Five days a week, I work nine to five and on weekends, I do nothing. This is my life and somehow I am surviving it.
Enthusiasm comes when one is living there life not surviving like me.
I fucking hate myself and my life is fucking mess. It couldn't get better.
"Okay then plan cancel. We are going to someplace else and oh Riya is also coming."
Great! Fucking great!
We went to some café and as I entered inside it, I was blown out of my mind. The café was indeed beautiful.
With glass windows facing a beautiful serene view and glass selves full of books. There are couches made for single person facing the window where one could enjoy the book and food.
I decided to give some privacy to them and went on to order something.