We roll into a few seconds back in time, when he was walking into the kitchen, sullen, with eyes that could break into a stream of tears at any moment. This phenomenon would be interesting, for he was known to be quite gutsy when it came to tough situations and emotional moments.
We roll back another 5 minutes, when he had just woken up into a surreal world, right after a surreal dream. Everything was normal, yet something was amiss. He stared into the large mirror alongside him, as he still lay on the bed. To his confusion, it was his own self staring back at him - but standing erect, returning back a snigger that conveyed both mockery and pity.
And now another couple of minutes back, when he, asleep, found himself living a surreal dream - without realising it then. In that world he was seated on his cot, as he usually would, staring across the marbled floor, as he would usually do, but at a sight that would make him rub his eyes over and over - lush forests of the himalayas and steep valleys. They were summoning him in his vision. This was what he was missing.
I was relieved that I didn't wake up into death. Just those congested cries, and a bemused Rohit staring at me.
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