CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 32 Whoever that man was that incensed him into this uncontrollable panic, he was now gone. Shame on you, Abednego, he repeated to himself while making futile attempts to enthrall palpitation to subside. Shame on you. he mumbled repeating that word. Mumbling turned into whistling that song by “Magic Lanterns”. Shame, shame. He whistled, acting calm and self-composed. He sang without knowing words only to convert his mind to something else. He sang so that Nina wouldn’t notice him shaking. Even now he had questioned himself whether his journey to madness began on that day or was it underway for many years. Madness that creeps in and recedes in tidal waves. Is that how it usually happens? All he knew is that an hour later he was laughing at his little moment of weaknesses. Memory
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