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I am highly irritable these days. Work has taken a toll on me. And nothing is working. There is nobody for my random outbursts and frustrations, moreover. No one who can hold me in the middle of everything and say that everything will be just fine. Nobody to take care of my intense mood swings. People have their own mood swings.

I am left with no vent at all. Not even words; words come to me rarely and with time, they fail me these days, as I struggle.

For, I may be late.

I want to know a couple of things:

What happened to the beer-bottle man? Could he find more bottles to sell?

Is lemon tea still over-priced there? Are the paper cups still leaking?

How is the old man in running shoes? Is he alive? Did he buy a new CD of old Bengali songs? Does he still drop by randomly? Could he contact his son?

What about the peanut seller? Does he carry the bottle of water now?

And the beggars at the car parking zone? Are they as irritating?

Then, how are the trees, the grass? How are the white water birds? How are the rocks? Remember me to all of them, can you? And tell them, I remember them clearly.