Aryan knew he had drunk too much, but he didn't care. He felt too disturbed and lonely. He commended himself for driving even in that state and somehow reached the old house where he was staying. Aryan parked his car outside and dragged his feet into the spacious grounds. But instead of going towards the outhouse, he roamed aimlessly in the tree lined garden and stopped at a particular Peepal Tree. He began to climb it and reached a broad branch, with a practice that was born out of instinct and old memories than his current state and unsteady feet would aid him. Sitting on that branch, he could get an unobstructed view of the River Ganges, with its shimmering waters glowing with the moonlight from crescent moon, a sight to behold, that even his inebriated mind couldn't help bu
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