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The thundering of clouds and absolute silence in the surroundings complemented the intense thought chain running in mind of Bilal. He had refused to stay with his family and was staying in a small motel. The every sip of alcohol he took while staring at his picture with parents taken at London eye tasted bitterer to him. He sensed to be a passenger in an aeroplane that is about to be crashed.
