The Coffeelicious
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The Coffeelicious

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An Experiment.

Let’s go on an adventure, the length of which will be this sentence, and it will all begin with a word — balderdash — which you need to remember and never ever forget because we all know how precious memory is and if you do forget, you will lose the game which we are playing — not that there is a prize at the end of this game even if you do win, except for a virtual pat on the back from me if you do remember the word I gave you at the start — don’t look up, keep reading, that is all you have to do: follow the words — and yes, I am conscious of the fact that I am using a whole bunch of em-dashes because I am a cheat and I won’t deny that you are currently being cheated, but then, where is the fun in any game if you don’t cheat a little; it’s not like life doesn't cheat us, and we all know what a big game life really is — and this fact does not give you the liberty to look up at the word and cheat here, because the only one you are cheating is yourself — I wouldn’t know if you did, but again, it doesn’t matter if I cheat you because my aim is to make you forget what I asked you to remember with a whole lot of blabber and gibberish and gobbledegook that I am capable of spouting which you are currently reading — and frankly, I still don’t know why you are, but such is the human nature, always curious, so curious to find out, to reach the end and when you're in so deep (which I hope you are, and I thank you for sticking with me still) there is nothing left to do but to keep going, to know what happens at the end of this game — which I know, by the way, but I’m not going to tell you, no sir, because it will spoil the surprise, and it is a really good one too — I cooked it up by myself and I do praise myself once in a while, it’s a healthy habit to have — and you will receive it eventually, but you need to be patient, the time is not quite right yet, as this sentence is far from over and I have to go on for a little longer, and if you are sitting there with an urge to urinate, well then, my dear friend, I am sorry, but you have to hold it in because you are trapped in my maze of words and the only way out is forward which you are currently going — and I’m proud of you —keep going, one word at a time, one…slow…word…at…a…time…the pace of which I have the power to alter with a handful of symbols that govern the written world, acting as the traffic police between sentences and phrases and objects and subjects, but still the main one, the period, the full stop, the dead end, has yet to appear and you must know by now how hard I’m trying to keep that single dot at bay so that I can go on with this pleasant (?) banter to no end and maybe, just maybe, get a glimpse of what infinity really is —but I doubt I will, as we all know, everything does come to an end, be it a dream, be it life, and so will this sentence too, which I should say now, is really close to the end, but before it does end, before we part, I must thank you for sticking with me to this finale and I have to ask you one last thing which I hope you will answer truthfully: Do you remember the word I gave you at the start?

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Akshay Gajria

Akshay Gajria

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