Death was never a fun equation, it glued me today for I have lived enough to know that I am far from being a normal restaurant owner who enjoys luxuries and women. I am a mere delusional sleepless teen boy wandering in the body of an adult seeking solace from one point to another. If I must see my story end in this barn, then it might be a welcoming change in the book of my destiny or so I concurred in my mind. "Denial of the truth is the biggest setback in life," I said, sitting upright and piercing my gaze into that of a kidnapper lady.

The continuous rain pattering on the window disturbed my rest even though I never slept. With eyes closed, I am habitual of laying awake and listening to the sparrows in the distance chirping, and often they fly in my balcony to sing their own melodies of the day. I don't speak sparrow-ish; someday, I hope to comprehend. I stretched my right arm on the bed and looked at the mirror painted with those miniscule drops. Each mingling in an old fashioned way to become a family of their own. My eyes remained glued to the window pane. Tonight my world has spiraled a full circle. The chapter of Mrs. Rodriguez, Mrs. Cavelli and I deem Logan as well has come to a predictable finish line. The woman who has lived to bring justice to her deceased daughter is rotting in a prison. My therapist's wife who accused me of being a murderer apologized for hitting me. It was an unintentional accident but she felt guilty for handing me over to Mrs. Rodriguez instead of taking me to the hospital. She confess

Bringing the topic of wedding two months back wasn't an appropriate choice. A bed of hassles awaited resolution such as sorting out the differences with Mrs. Cavelli; bidding final farewell to Mrs. Rodriguez and exiting the loop of insomnia and its effects on my mental body. All that went for a toss when Serena agreed to marry me and the next day itself, I placed the ring on her, taking the stage for five minutes during the grand reception and closing out the deal for life. The reception couple and their audience were ecstatic and gleaming with passion after receiving our finest hospitality and once again, the Price Inns became the manor of hot discussion on the tabloids and news channels. The bride's blogger friends were more than forthcoming to leave the five star reviews on the website; spread the buzz wherever they could and they booked us in advance for their upcoming respective weddings. Overnight, I became a sensational figure of Times Square from a depressed lonely man who wall

Our reception controversy was unavoidable. Guess, I am willing to shake hands even with the reporters to curb down the juiciest details of the encounter with the prisoner and reposition the focus on the cake which got everyone to piss in their hearts. They smiled devilishly at me, driving a wedge of discomfort in my demeanor. Perambulating upto the team leader of the Zee Cafe, I pitched, "Hey Rita, mind having a private word?" "The great Daniel Price is giving us his precious minute of the hour. It's my lucky day, indeed." She clapped her hands in joy. "How can I help the dapper groom?" She flirted, moving in my space but far enough to not cross a line. "Stick to the report on the cake, decor, and Serena's skills. Avoid the orange buzz, will you?" Straight to the point, I ordered in an authoritative way. "I got the bite from your side for the first freaking time and you're robbing me of that chance to publish it to my readers who are crazy about this place and owner." "I will giv

Eight years LaterSleep! My eternal love. My lifetime friend. The only thing now I can do without fail. How peaceful it is to sleep like a log of wood and snore my way in the office at bizzare days and meeting hours. I have recognized this feeling as heart blazing. I never knew I would brim with gratification after attaining the peaceful slumber, straight for eight hours. But now that I have actually gotten into the habit of drowning in the heavenly world for eight years I concur nothing can be more blissful than sleeping in between a day exhausting me or after work. As I squirmed to find a comfortable position on the couch, whispers resembling the wind whooshing, kissed my either side. I tried to shun them away but when I didn't budge, an ear bleeding shriek traveled in my ears. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," tumbling down the couch, I stared at the two reincarnation of Satan's, who faced me with hands on their hips and glint mischievous smiles circulating in their eyes. They scanned my face