I close my eyes, again. I am standing at the center of this signal where two roads are crossing each other. I can hear the shout for help, running foot whispers, scream for revolution, chants for freedom and mystical notes of singing clowns ‘Ha Ha Ha I lose… Ha Ha Ha I lose… Ha Ha Ha I lose’.
If I combine all the stories from the show one boy life would be described as he struggles from the womb, wrapped up with all world’s responsibility, ultimately he is helpless but is not allowed to shed a drop of tear because it could be misinterpreted for weakness and boys suppose to be strong.
Why should I cry? Boys don’t cry. She is happy; so, I should be happy for her. Why should I cry? Boys don’t cry. After all, she was the one who inspired me to do what I meant to do always; because
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