Mr. P woke up surprised and heard the nine o’clock bell from the college clock. As always, his roommate had already left. It didn’t matter which day it was, his roommate would leave without bothering to wake him up.
In the past, Mr. P even missed a quiz because he depended on him. Neither could Mr. P blame his roommate or could he even find another roommate considering how everything hated his hygiene.
Getting down from his untidy bed. Mr. P went to the common washroom, only to find all three sinks being used. He waited for a while but everyone seemed to be taking their own time.
Not intending to be too late, Mr. P smelt himself before starting to walk to the canteen. He felt a shower wasn’t needed for today and a notebook is of no use for him in his class.
The last time he wrote notes, it was two semesters ago and it was the last time he even tried to pay attention and achieve something in his life.
Upon reaching the canteen, Mr. P stood at the end of a long queue of hungry and frustrated young men. On the menu board, it was written Poha. This was his favorite breakfast made of flattened rice flakes and spices. While he moved forward in the queue, Mr. P realized he was the last member of the queue.
When he finally reached the counter, the server walked away with the small amount of Poha left. Though Mr. P shouted, the server didn’t even bother to stop.
Frustrated, Mr. P walked to his classroom cursing the server. Settling down in the last bench where he was all alone, Mr. P looked around at his classmates. He thought, “This day wouldn’t have been possible. If it wasn’t for my failure in choosing the right drug.”
A little while later after the professor entered, she entered the class with two of her friends. They settled down in the row before him. While wondering if she would ever sit beside him, Mr. P couldn’t help but say to himself, “I bet she doesn’t even know I exist.”
Looking at the empty seat next to her, Mr. P wondered, “Can I sit beside her?"
As he stood up when the professor was writing something on the board, Mr. P almost reached the end of his destination before another guy took the seat.
Looking at the guy, Mr. P thought, “There he is. I was wondering how could she stay away from him.”
For a year now, Mr. P wished to muster some courage and ask her for a date but she never even noticed him. It felt like, for her, he was a part of the shadows.
After the class was completed, Mr. P felt too tired to eat lunch. So he decided to just have some tea before returning to his room to sleep.
Even this time, the canteen was so crowded that Mr. P simply gave up and started traveling back to his room. He couldn’t help but think, “I’m a failure amongst achievers and I cannot meet my parents to tell them the truth.”
As he climbed the stairs, Mr. P thought, “I even failed at giving up. I’m worse than I thought.”
When he walked to his room, he realized, he left the door open when he was leaving. As Mr. P walked into his room, he could see his body still on the bed.
In just a moment, Mr. P realized the drugs he took to kill himself did work and it was his thoughts that were still stuck in his monotonous lifestyle even after he lost his mortal form.
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