it doesn't make any sense.. and it shouldn't even have been there..
but it defied everything.. all possible reasons.. and logic.. and it was there.. it appeared there.. it made its way there.. and it stayed there..
and it happened after almost a year.. and there exists no probable reasons for it happening again.. and happening now.. again.. and it clearly makes no sense whatsoever..
and the most weird part, in the entire sequence of black-white-grey, the only coloured part was the tissue that the person handed me over, and it was-"Yellow"..
and everything else was the same.. the same bed.. the same window.. the same lights.. the same lack of lights.. the same mess.. the same everything..
p.s.:: i guess this is the aftereffects of too much of graphic descriptions of japanese fiction..
but it defied everything.. all possible reasons.. and logic.. and it was there.. it appeared there.. it made its way there.. and it stayed there..
and it happened after almost a year.. and there exists no probable reasons for it happening again.. and happening now.. again.. and it clearly makes no sense whatsoever..
and the most weird part, in the entire sequence of black-white-grey, the only coloured part was the tissue that the person handed me over, and it was-"Yellow"..
and everything else was the same.. the same bed.. the same window.. the same lights.. the same lack of lights.. the same mess.. the same everything..
p.s.:: i guess this is the aftereffects of too much of graphic descriptions of japanese fiction..
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