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I have a leather bound book lying on my desk. We share an awkward eye contact once in a while. It is beautiful, mind you. With a decorated elephant in the front cover and the mandala in the back. No grand colors, just rustic brown, filled with coffee brown pages, but empty. Fueled by a protein bar, pushing the day ; my body demands a 24 hour fast. Deprived of food, sleep and the like, it screams: a masochist. A new revelation. On confessing the same, I don’t look the part, I was told. I play the part, I said. The protein bar all gone. Empty. A functioning human being, a subject of importance; the insides, not much. Not quite different, you and I.