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And just when he thought it was safe for him to surface, life struck him down again.
In a semicomitragic turn of events, whatever he had ever counted on as his own crumbled to dust, and got scattered by the unforgiving wind into lands unknown to men, safe from the sweeping prying eyes of satellites and probing alien arms.

She was staring at him.
"What are you looking like that for?"
"Why not?" 
She was speechless. With an angry huff of her shoulders, she planted her arms firmly on her hips and stared daggers at him. Unidentified steel weaponry briefly appeared from behind her, and disappeared before anything/body even knew of its (inifinitesimally small) existence. He wasn't seeming to care anyway. He lit up one, and puffed away into the incandescence of the hot April afternoon. She threw up her arms in what was an unmistakable sign of exasperation, and cried,

"Why not? You ask me that question, and I have no answer. So what if white rabbits run amok on the floor? I couldn't care less."

He continued puffing away. Finally he threw a stone at her, and she burst into a million pieces that caught the sun and glittered like diamonds, and disappeared one by one, like in one of those not-so-cheap High-End XBox games. He, who had no name, threw his smouldering cigarette on the ground and ground it into the ground. 

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds ...

He celebrated well that night. All of his friends had turned up for the party; it wasnt often that he threw this kinda money about. Multicoloured peacocks danced with wet rodents to Pink Floyd. The air was saturated with smoke from myriad sources. Everybody smiled at each other as they floated in green semisolid space. 

He missed his mother. Years ago, she had said to him, " Son, always cross your t`s and dot your i`s." He had nodded. This poignant memory from the dark, decomposing remains of what was his memory moved him to tears. He excused himself from the table, leaving behind twelve pairs of stunned eyes accustomed to gore, violence and blood, but not to tears.

He swaggered to the terrace. Taking a final swig from McDowell`s, he gazed about him with absolute satisfaction. He felt that feeling people feel when they are King of All, and twitched his nose this way and that. He thought of open windows, climbed the parapet wall, and jumped.

Post Script: This story is the result of exactly one hour and five minutes of rapid typing and editing in order to meet the deadline drawn by the editorial board of my college magazine.