“How and why did she change,” Mehmet came back to the world of reality, where the dead body of the same Deniz was lying in the deep freezer, just a couple of steps away from the point, where she had been preparing sandwiches for him. “How cruel is the fate,” he said to himself. Right at the same place, he was making sandwiches for the very person who according to his opinion had taken away his Deniz, from him.
Without having any knowledge of what was passing through the mind of Mehmet, in the kitchen, Iqbal was sitting on the same sofa where Mehmet and Deniz had eaten their last sandwiches last night. He wanted some rest. His mind was too disturbed. He wanted to sleep. But he could not sleep under the situation. He wanted to see if she had returned. Since morning he could not have opened his laptop. “She might have returned,” he was hopeful in his thoughts. Perhaps that was the only way out, to solve the problem.
He opened his laptop. Dabeggo opened automatically. She was not there. He closed the laptop back. There was nothing left for him. He wanted to throw it away. But he could not. That was perhaps the last source that could take him to his Applegreen. “Is she too waiting for me?” that was the question that he could not find the answer at that moment. But he needed her disparately. His mind took him back to her.
KAMAL : LET I TELL YOU SOMETHING FUNNY.
IT JUST CAME TO MY MIND.
Applegreen : what
KAMAL : JUST LISTEN TO MY VISUALISATION