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Just when I was craving for another trip over decent weed, in the city of mysteries, Stream lights to watt bulbs. Decorated pavements to footpaths. From buildings reaching out to sky to vacant balconies at reach. Kolkata seemed like a narrow lane with no beings, yet full of life. Trying to recollect a strangers' calling, I met a known stranger, only wanting to know more of him. I was left alone there, and asked to be a friend. May be for more of trustworthy ecstasies, but only till he insisted on me, to realize that, as much as I thought of a world outside me, existed another deeper, and a richer world within. I was only looking for some room for a dialogue then. It was not that bad after all, though there was fear in me wanting to provoke a conscious idea. I was told, he was different. But I was also told he was a man who smoked for recreation, while we belonged with ecstasies, pulling tallest of bongs a hundred times everyday. Not bad at all, I thought. But also, to add, he's been away from home and family. Away from school. A drug addict. A singer who can also growl, like a bear. I shouldn't fear, should I? I had to stop fearing. I had to stop consoling. I had to stop the brain and bring it back to the narrow lane again. Even though my brainstorming ended till ever, He had a chance alongside. But, that bastard!, never spoke.