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" Sir ji. Samaan !!! (Sir! Your belongings!!!) " The cab driver shouted as Vinay dwindled away from the car. "Oh.. ya.." he turned quite unwillingly. Picking up the polybags of varieties of items, he said, "Thanks yaar." Instead of reciprocating with a smile, the driver annoyingly asked, " Kyun pite ho saab itna ? (Why do you drink so much Sir?) Huh .. " and drove away even before Vinay could respond. "Let it be", he thought and somehow reached the door of his gloomy house. Forcefully opening his adamant sleepy eyes, he pushed the key in the keyhole and banged open the door to witness the mess of past one week- the bedsheets shrunk in the corner of the bed, the table barely empty for the polybags he held, the floor thickly blurred because of stains and dust, the sink overflowing with tea utensils, the curtain rods overloaded with sweaty T-shirts and bermuda pants. He saw all of it the way humans see pollution, "It is bad, ...