Bangkok Again
PART THREE Life And Times Of Rohan In Bangkok Bangkok Again Rohan yawned but lay in bed. Last evening’s event appeared in his mind and refused to leave. At times fortune rains down on you and Surprise surprises you, waiting with a boom-booty-boom heart and frayed blue jeans and light yellow kurti and washy far-away eyes; and open black hair and with Kolossal Kajal on the lower eyelids. And Surprise expects to surprise you in equal measure by suddenly appearing from the corner of the pavement. This was so for Rohan began to open his mail. This was the seventh time he was doing so in a span of exactly twenty-nine minutes. Every time he tapped on the Mail icon of his phone, his fingers, listening to the sweetly nervous flutter of his heart, underwent a Parkinson tremble. The mail said:
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