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  10 PM : Now, we were two on my seat. Me and a twenty-eight year old girl who has a stupid brother.  We started on very nicely and for the next few hours, we were just talking. Her struggles of life to essence of a job to my hair-fall to the nuances of our love life to our respective family members to the incompetency of Nitish Kumar as CM of Bihar. Everything. We talked about everything, even the way I approach a girl and why I should stop that ASAP. I remember the passage of time when we were talking about our definition of love as a non-toxic human beings, we both could see the enigmatic tortoise moon through our closed window. Straight out of a frame from some Basu Chatterjee movie. 7 PM ONWARDS: It's seven in the night and I have managed to board into a train which will lead me to the most polluted city of India. As of now, I'm standing near my berth and there are six people already. As an obvious passenger, I look back at my ticket in the phone to reconfirm my seat numbe

 May 2023:                  " Bolo Siyapati Ramchandra ki jai                        Pawansut Hanumaan ki jai! " Chanting this with the peak of our vocal strength, me and my friends left the BHU campus. The three-days trip to Banaras had finally come to an end and each of us was leaving Banaras with his own share of catharsis which this city has been offering since the eternity. Our car, now was crawling on the main road. I looked into the mirror of the car and I saw Banaras going backwards. It was looking as if the bright ~ lighted Banaras was pushing us out after pumping the guts to live the life ahead.  This was my second visit to Banaras within just two months. I know, two months-time doesn't really show my infatuation towards this city. I know this too that there are a lot of madmen who come here twice a week but for me, nothing in this substantial world deserves to be repeated. Not even the best relationship. But, Banaras had emerged as an exception and reason for t