“What should I do?”
“What should I do to get over it?”
“Should I really change or should I live my life as an isolated man?”
Mano would wake up every morning with adrenaline rushing through his veins after visualizing the answers to these questions. He was his own rooster as he would wake up with a loud scream. “Ah! Its just a dream. Just a bad dream”. The 6 feet 1 inch of flesh, composing a well sculpted abdomen, strong legs and a boyish face would have soaked in his sweat as he pants heavily.
Born in a middle class family, he never had the leisure of spending time with his parents. They had strived hard to ensure son’s education starting from ground zero.