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Thamel’s bars & nightclubs flourishing along the sweeping boulevards attracting us.  I looked his twiddling thumbs. He was in kinds of worried,  had a plan for this yule but was not excited, revealed a strange-grin-smile, sign not so good. He exclaimed“ I thought a reserving a week earlier, never dreamed! how rush Thamel now?”. Then, We-the-revelers  thought of using a last resort. And checked out with Rum Doodle but luck pissed off.  All we hate was the-Lohari-Song-Tortured-Bar, except any decent one.

Thanks, Kantipath’s Enigma’s garden-candle-light-dinner & with not so kinds of rock-and-roll. A second before I declared, “less is more”, here enigmatic beast switched off scintillating little tubes, and  one god damn candle  middle on the table, gracefully smiles, forming all silhouettes. I just hate, ate between bizarre  buzzing, rattling noise of toads.

Last night, Thamel night. But a last-bar-standing like a shadow of glorious heyday, lightening a huge candle for grim hope. All in sudden, its paraffin start drowning me, gripping me underneath with its hot melting fluids. My heart start pounding like  armies marching on Tudi-Khel’s barren fields. Felt being blind-wax-folded  dragged, gulped & boiled deep inside havoc chamber.

Just before I was dead, My cell roared  aloud.  I, like clumsy wax-statue, dragged hand for it. A little party-frenzy chauvinistic pal sounded -”Happy …god ….damn ….year!”

I replied “Oh! How surreal it was?”

He said – “What?”

Gyrating wildly years of stock market, lurching lower than I ever seen, falling to its lowest point till this last moment, economy facing a chronic and debilitating decline.  Bankruptcy pops up like a fresh new mushrooms. Lay off news like a coffee talk. Pink Slip like a theater tickets.  But, Happy days damn care these shits. They comes with joys and happiness. Force you to relax with echoes of Bobby Mcferrin’s songs,  Don’t worry, be happy.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year ahead. I am going vizag to celebrate it down. Goa has no fun ahead. They raped those lovely virgin beaches. They banned unspoilt sandy beach party. All those bitch. Go to hell!

All long way round which seems you could have done much more than you thought of. You could have fulfilled your desire. You could have healed the emptiness. You could have shared the moments and see happiness.  You could have feel the pain and sorrow. You could have seen people enjoying with gloomy eyes reminiscing the past celebration with the love one. Missing them.Feeling them like theirs. All shits, I did was being laziness, impudence , and hubris whole damn year.

Today, I shamefully encountered a null pointer exception out of my a year effort!