Six Years of Thirst

: Still awake?
: Yeah, I've got a terrible case of insomnia!
: What do you mean terrible? How does insomnia get terrible?
: It does, it does... it's insomnia's perfect metaphor.
: Stop talking nonsense! Are we going out somewhere today?
: I haven't slept properly for several nights now, I'm all dizzy and out of it. Going out with a drunk like me is risky for you... you could even end up in jail... ha ha ha...
: Oh come off it! Just tell me when we're going out?
: If it rains today, I promise you, we'll go out.
: What kind of promise is that!
: Forget it. Anindya, come on, let's make love... will you?
: What strange things you've been saying for a while now! Telling your boyfriend of six years—six years!—come on, let's make love! Are you feeling really unwell, Neera?
: Anindya, in six years we've had so much between us, everything except love... not even for six minutes! I've got this whole chest full of longing to be loved, I've been starving, aching for affection all this time...
: ............!!!!?
: You won't understand all this, I know. I'm going offline, don't call me. I'm going to sleep, Anindya... this terrible insomnia I have... couldn't you have saved me, tell me...!