In a dimly lit room, he sits alone holding his guitar and puffing his cigarette. To be true, he himself feels like a cigarette, life is slowly smoking him up, he burns each day, seemingly giving life a kick out of it. "Fuck that" he tries to break the cycle of thoughts and starts playing his guitar. 'Ajeeb daastaan hai ye.... kahaan shuru kahaan khatam.... ye manzilein hain kaun si.... na woh samajh sake na hum.' He likes this song. There is no stage and he is his own audience. Doesn't matter. He keeps playing into the lonely night. 'Ajeeb daastaan hai ye... kahaan shuru kahaan khatam..' The night slowly fades away into the smoke.
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