2 AM, on 3rd of January, 2023 read the Lock screen. A Marlboro in one hand, and his phone in another; Sane sat perched atop the terrace...

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Dear reader, Lately, I’ve been going through an existential crisis. I’ve been trying and trying to think what am I to do. What’s my...