Yeah. It happens. Quite a lot. Sniffing as if it's your last. No, not cocaine. I can hear the voices. 'First time agaye hayn'.
I don't know what they mean. So I try listening harder. I fail. Darn.
Now, they talk in Punjabi. Something about a 7-foot tall cupboard.
I wish I was a cupboard. It'd be fun, I think. All day long, people opening and closing your doors. No wait. That would not be fun at all.
I close my eyes.
Hang my head down. It hurts. I've been thinking a lot lately.
And I think.
All goes quiet.
I hear the silence scream.