On the beautiful night of October 18th, an author—a lonely one—decided to take a break and take a stroll around the street. He was not one to go for walks or even see the faces of people. He had little to no experience talking to others. The night was chilly, a bit cold. The author, Sidd, got out of bed with his messy hair and tired eyes that hadn't seen light in weeks. He did not put much effort into his appearance, opting instead for a lazy approach. He washed his face with cold water from the tap—no one knew when it was last filled. Then, he put on a dark-colored jacket over his already worn T-shirt. He looked into the mirror on the wall and slightly pulled his hair back with his hand.
His hair was dark and messy. He had tired yet beautiful eyes, complemented by good facial symmetry. He was fairly handsome—or so he thought to himself. Then he stepped outside his room and put on a pair of slippers that looked almost new, as if never worn before. He was dressed all in black, and to complement the beauty of our main character, the night was pitch black with stars in the sky. It was beautiful. But Sidd had no interest in the beauty of the night. His words were: *"What would be beautiful about a night pitch black? Do your most, and it'll still be dark when your artificial light is gone."*
He was gloomy. He saw no beauty in life, neither in people nor in nature. But there was still something in this material world that he found lovable—something he held dear. No, dear reader, I'm not talking about anything too extraordinary, but a simple cup of tea. Not a fancy one, but the kind you could find on every street corner in countries like Nepal and India. Why he was so fond of tea, only he knew. While walking the street, he saw a café and the aroma of tea being made. He couldn't stop himself from having a cup for the first time in a long while. After all, he had been cooped up in his room for ages.
He slightly remembered the days of the past—the times he used to sit around with a few of his friends. Yes, dear reader, you heard it right—he had friends in his early days of high school, though he had lost them all along the way.
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