Aaron, catch u later. I have to get going." Arhaan said.
"Right !" One word, as Usual by Aaron & they Disconnect the video call. Aaron leaned back, resting his Back against the couch, lying idly, Moving his Fingers over the string of the Guitar. His life is somewhat Like this, A Broken String of guitar, which neither Gives out Music nor the desired tune, sleek & Sharp, So much as So, It can tears the skin of People in two halves with blood oozing out, and a Sharp Pain thereon. His Life is just like a Painful Song, with him Filling himself with Painkillers from Wherever possible, drugs, smoke, alcohol, trying to find pain relief In Some way or the other.
His Fingers stopped over the strings, when His ears Shot out To the Lively Chim of Giggling & Bubbles of laughter, coming From downstair
