"How come a Can of Beer will help me sleep?" I doubt.
“Which one will help me sleep?”, staring at all kinds of bottles in the showcase of that wine shop, being teetotaler I was struggling to pick one, not sure, which could be appropriate for the occasion. Before here, I was at a medicine store near my rented duplex. But then there, could not ask for sleeping pills. I was afraid, without a prescription, shop-owner may think I may be planning suicide. Now, it is one more thought, which got stuck in my mind with the rest of the ones. It’s already 1 pm, dressed for the office, yet not ready to leave for work. It’s been the third time this week, I could not leave. These thoughts just could not leave; just stays there, all the time looping in my mind, ever. I am unable to figure my way out, out from this maze; a maze of choices and consequences I have made and yet to make. After the sleepless night, holding that Can of Beer, for the last half an hour, I was not sure, will it work. Any possible way out I could think of was not able to conclude, ...