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“What, you pooped on my rocks ? Here I crush you small insignificant human piece of shit!”
I could see the tree plantations going up the hill in an organized chaos so descriptive of India. It smelt so good, like, if tea and spices were both perfect combinations. And then, at kilometer 50, the right knee just abandoned, leaving me bitter and sorrow.
– “So now what ?”
Infact I was running, trying to master the pain and I would not even have a beer at the end. What the hell was wrong with me ?