Alone at room, with a broken wall next to me. Two bottles of alcohol, the levels indicative of the crazy last night. An end to what has been the most trying 3 months of my life. I was emotionally churned, physically emaciated, intellectually shagged to make me wonder that I am half the man I used be.
I leave it here, this will be the hook that would remind me of the first three months at Lucknow.
