It was a night of untamed emotions. High melancholy was the temperature, I remember. Several attempts to sleep had failed me and so had the amount of alcohol I had consumed. After rolling over to each side of the bed(what seemed like a few million times), I woke up. Sizing up one's own bed is not very enthralling! What else is Facebook for, if not for times like these? I was convinced that it was the last resort. I reached out for my laptop like the last artillery in my arsenal. Scrolling down the page unheedingly, I looked at the green dot aside a name. What must she be doing so late at night, my mind had enquired. The delirious one didn’t stop there and the next thing I remember, my hands getting intimate with the keyboard. Hi’s and hellos were thrown at each other and what followed was probably the profound desire to rest my case for good. All that was wrong finally made sense. May 13th it was!
