The nightmares were a constant for some days. I again visited my doctor. She again counselled me to take the pills. She lectured me for being half drunk during the session. I was a disappointment and I knew that.
Jeff strangely didn't pick up my calls. He didn't call back. He never did that. He might be busy. He was really working hard to make it big in the industry. He had a troubled childhood too. He once shared how his family had to flee their own country. He had to work since he was ten. He didn't get to learn music until he worked for a trading company. The company owner was an Indian and he himself trained Jeff in Indian classical music. No wonder he was a master in switching notes and his voice just glided like butter.
Mum was busy with the trials. Charges. Loans. Illegal property
