TO PROVE MY INNOCENCE

TODAY I WAS RELEASED FROM JAIL BECAUSE OF LACK OF THE EVIDENCE. I DON'T
KNOW HOW YOU PERCEIVE AFTER ALL THESE STORIES THAT PEOPLE ARE USED TO
SHARING AS A MARKET, WHERE THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS HIDDEN BENEATH THE FLOOR
YOU STEP ON. BUT I NEED TO PASS MY STORY AND BE FREE FROM AT LEAST IN ONE
TRUTH HEART.
TO PROVE MY INNOCENCE

I arrived back at my new apartment on the second floor, where I was living with some
acquaintances. We're all here with the expectation of moving on to the next freedom level and
the cause must be our job. Here we find money as a constant issue. we have not become close
yet to become friends. Everyone is occupied with their own journey, which is shaped by their
environment. In that case, I can't expect anyone to be available at early night. I had taken few
knuckle shots in the playground, which left my legs feeling heavy. One of it taken by the ground
instead of aiming at the post it aimed back to my bones I guess. Newton's pain goes in
smoothly. So I sat down and put the scooter key on the table. Although I searched for it in the
kitchen. It is not that I don't have a memory where I put it. It seems like I am adapting to a
situation of searching where laziness is the mastermind behind it. I felt like my eyes were not
fully opened when I started searching instead of remembering. I decided to give up and head
outside to catch up with an autorickshaw. "yes there it is" I got the key.
I was working in a car company in the automation department. That's my dream job and that's what I got. But it's not like in the
dreams. When I was little I had an intention to make every one of my toys automatic.
***** I indeed love cars more than chairs in my company. But I felt like I worked for the chair.

An orange F-Type Jaguar suddenly appeared in front of me as I was riding my scooter around a
curve. Though I was in increasing pain, I managed to stop the scooter. Unfortunately, I couldn't
put my leg down, so I continued to the hospital. The doctor informed me that I had a small
fracture and needed rest. When I arrived back at my apartment, I saw the Jaguar once again. It
was coming out from a luxurious house on the right side of our apartment building. Despite my
difficulty walking, I decided to investigate. Sat in a chair outside on the Varandha, waiting and
watching. I had lived in the apartment building for about a month and had never noticed the
house before. Finally, I had the chance to explore everything around me with my eyes. The
doctor said I would be fully healed within one or two weeks.

As I write in my diary, I pour out all my emotions, memories, and thoughts that come to mind.
This process makes me feel relieved and comfortable, allowing me to sleep well after
unburdening my mind and transferring the weight onto the soft absorber with a floating syringe. I
need more memories to be written. my brother once told me "Write down whatever comes to
mind on a paper without editing or censoring it. Come back to it later when things start to make
sense, additional ink will come and find you". I don't know what he means but from that point, I
take it as a reason for writing a diary. unfortunately, there were huge gaps between me and my
writing for months or maybe years. he didn't tell me what to think or write. Later I realized it
wasn't just about writing down my thoughts, but rather, it was a way of thinking and processing
my experiences.
------------------(CLIPPED PAGES FROM DIARY)------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

23/12/2024
Monday

I was sitting outside Varandha and as the evening progressed, it was
not too long to blur my eyes. A kid caught my attention, playing football alone in a small yard
outside. that evening the Jaguar came back from work. a man, who looks like in his 20s like me.
he has a visage carved from marble dreams, where wealth and charm convene. The sky blue
Gaze eyes held the depth of sapphires. Time seemed to bend to his will, marked by the golden
timepiece that adorned his wrist a family heirloom that ticked away the moments with precision
and elegance.

He is definitely in high power at his work, he could come back every evening. oh god, I need to
identify as that man. I know that will not work until I get any mental issues or mentally issued
sensei in my childhood. Poor mind, I don't have any illness in that part and even if I make up it in
my mind I don't have a Jaguar to ride. The Jaguar with its sleek lines and fiery orange hue, is
not merely a machine, it’s a symphony of power, desire, and rebellion. He put the Jaguar ring
key on his belt loop. Now the key protects the pants more than the strips. it keeps his standard
from falling off the pants on the floor.

As long as I work for money I hope that money will work for me one day and at that time I will
hear the clear wealth whispered. more than him Jaguar give me hope for that.
I thought they were brother. then I saw a young girl kissing him. Was he lived to marry someone this quickly? Is that what his goal Is? was to marry, and
have a child? Is that how the world works now? I am not jealous. I think that he is too young for
this. marriage gives a reason for living for the ones who don't have that. That's what it is. So
maybe I am jealous.

I got the dream I needed. I want to be in a Robotics company. I make the kid inside me
happy, this was his dream. I was always failing to find the dream of this younger me. Am I
satisfied with my own failure in finding a good reason for living? or is this how destiny arrives to
make me the fool who I need to be in the future?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

24/12/2024
Tuesday

Today evening young man came with a gift for the kid he took a
small post from the shining black back seat and placed it in the yard. It's not right. then he
started to play with his kid while the Jaguar was watching every moment carefully. The orange
paint shimmered, catching the light like a forbidden flame. I felt bad when he was being insulted
as a carrier even though the Jaguar was happily watching them. The kid was looking happier
than yesterday. Caring is the form of happiness that he had, I thought my life would be worse if
I got that kind of happiness. It's not the case that I don't care about anybody. I can't care for
someone without expecting returns. I care for my family to give returns and I do care for my
friends with those expectations. but all, in the end, it makes me a more selfish self-centered
person.

I want to call my roommates 'my friends'. they are doing a lot for me now.
At night I saw my mate Dilijit in the next room looking out of
the window at the house. I asked him about the Jaguar. "it's nice but I think the Polo GT is better
" He had arrived at this conclusion after making some tomato-tomato comparison.
I bought myself here and after 28 days, an injury happened.
i thought i could not get into my first and new project for the company. now i understand that the
dream of the kid is only a reason to see himself as meaningful in the future and to move on to
the life of younger myself, who is now struggling to find out new meanings for the stories without
any moral that he made without looking at any past degree.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

25/12/2024
Wednesday

From my vantage point on the chair, i saw that some workers
spending hours meticulously crafting Christmas tableau in the middle of their front yard and a
sturdy old man with a garibaldi beard had climbed precarious ladders to string twinkling lights
along the leaves, corners of the house and all the way to the gate.
no one of us has work today. we grouped together and started to drink
beer. Dilijith brought 5 bottles of beer and 2 of us me and Aben, refused to drink. the party was
joyful and lasted until midnight. I went to the veranda to admire the beauty of the house on
Christmas night. light from 3 sides of the house one from the middle tree and the other two from
the side 2 stars. That tree, its branches laden with memories. the hand-painted snowflake from
Little Boy, the delicate glass angel from the young Mrs. Young Man takes the kid up and kid
rings the antique silver bell. Do they feel safe here while I am watching? wide open.

Day by day I understand that his wealth getting shrinks, he is a kid
with tastes. Then it would be sure that his company and the jaguar are always trying to slip from
his hand. while lack of water makes us thirsty, lack of taste makes us worthy.
one-half beer was staring at me. I make sure the Aben was asleep and I took the bottle
and go to Leven's room. He was lying sprawled beneath the bed. The bed above him sagged
under the force of regrets and choices.

The life I am living is just a dream of a kid who was joyfully enjoying his life with his
brother's light while trapped inside a family drama. whenever he tries to go to find peace with his
brother, the memories of each member in the drama fade away. they were out of the drama but
they were the ones who suffered the most. 2 months ago the one who was with him in all these
ways also followed the path of the members. Now no more members exist and he finds his own
position to stand on the bottom of the earth. Even if i expect something more than someone in
my life. At last, everything was meaningless thoughts to fulfill a blank page of dreams.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

26/12/2024
Thursday

"There was one more bottle" Ken said. he comes to my room
"You".
me: no I'm not
there is no wonder that how he ends up here as an accountant.
ken: yes you are. no worry, I take the bottle and leave nobody knows. he closes the door. he
gave me a sinister smile before leaving. After sometimes
the other 2 pictures caught my eye saying "Youuu".
now I understand that I'm doomed there is only one more person who doesn't know about it.
when I go to verandah I see something weird about the Jaguar its tire is a puncher and today I
don't think there is a workshop open. he takes another car from his porch and when he goes out
like he usually does he at the middle of the yard and picks something weird. it is an AIM
(automation indicator messenger), He breaks it and goes to work taking another car.
after I got a message from the company "Everyone in the
company must attempt the meeting at 9:00 am morning or you will lose your job" I got a call
from the boss: keep your phone online and listen to the meeting. the topic was the new product
it has not started selling but someone took the prototype or the product. wait... is that man the
owner of the company? it makes sense that's why he could come every evening. I don't see his
face yet.

At night when I came out for fresh air I saw a full moon filled with hope. I take a look at the
house the Jaguar is in the yard and the tire is fixed it comes out through the automated gate
system and stops right in front of me. the nervous system on my leg suddenly stuck in a wave of
pain and rushed into the Jaguar.

I open the door to my unforgettable memories with my brother. he was the only one I had.
Our neighbors were always admired for having a family
like these in the neighborhood. they got the opportunity to see live shows with tongue fights.
Whenever he got the smell of an upcoming tragedy at our home he took me to the Jaguar and
started music.

Hold the brake to take the breath.

Press down and pump the fuel smoothly to hold Jaguar's breath. We get into Jaguar's soul by
regulating the clutch according to his noise, showering him when he feels lazy or sad, and
buying him the most common expensive drink before he gets dull. Treat him in the nearest
workshop quickly at the time of illness, When we began to smell his angriness clutch up when
he began to feel pain clutch down.

This man has the same musical taste as my brother. But I can't quite
recall his face. The only thing I remember every time is that I was inside my dream car. I wanted
to ask him where are you heading on this night. My lips are always stick together while my eyes
are wide open. Me who was sitting like a baby sweating through eye balls. The leather hugged
me, whispering secrets of speed and adventure. I was no longer a mere mortal. I was a part of
this symphony of horsepower and adrenaline. I am happy for where am i now and what I am
now. In one week I joined and I became one of the 15 members of the new project of the
company. I called it as a dream when I was a kid and now that's my passion.
I came by fulfilling a side of my dream comes true and getting a deep sleep.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

27/12/2024
Friday

When I woke up late I went to Varanda suddenly and searched for
the gaguar coming out in the morning. he takes the polo GT and goes in a hurry. I got a call from
my work companion. Things are getting worse than yesterday and everyone is now pointing at
you.

I get it because I am the only one in the automation department who was not present but why
do they trust each other? is there someone who needs to point me first? I take a look at the
mirror attached to a suitcase. I can see my brother in me. The yelp sound is getting in my way. I
don't expect them in the night. I need to cooperate. Everyone is pointing at me so if I tell them
about all I saw from Varandha, it will be worse for me. I need to hide this somewhere.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

29-02-2025
Saturday

I lost my trust in the bright sun after a dark night. yesterday I arrived from jail and
today I was busy with something I needed to do, Not for me, But for my friends and neighbors
here, to get them out of their Misinterpreted minds. I take my diary and tear my green days.
peoples in the city was a curator after that.

Being honest. I don't care if someone stole it every night. Anyway, I can travel in my dream
jaguar on these dreaming nights. but I do care about telling people that I am not a robber. In the
evening I get out to my friend Sam's press and print the book, Tomorrow I will publish it. now my
brother's voice makes sense. it doesn't matter how boring my life is going on, I am always will
be the main character of my story.
I HAVE NOTHING TO DIG OUT THE TRUTH. ALL I HAVE IS MY DIARY TO BURY THE LIES
 

TODAY I WAS RELEASED FROM JAIL BECAUSE OF LACK OF THE EVIDENCE. I DON'T
KNOW HOW YOU PERCEIVE AFTER ALL THESE STORIES THAT PEOPLE ARE USED TO
SHARING AS A MARKET, WHERE THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS HIDDEN BENEATH THE FLOOR
YOU STEP ON. BUT I NEED TO PASS MY STORY AND BE FREE FROM AT LEAST IN ONE
TRUTH HEART.
TO PROVE MY INNOCENCE

I arrived back at my new apartment on the second floor, where I was living with some
acquaintances. We're all here with the expectation of moving on to the next freedom level and
the cause must be our job. Here we find money as a constant issue. we have not become close
yet to become friends. Everyone is occupied with their own journey, which is shaped by their
environment. In that case, I can't expect anyone to be available at early night. I had taken few
knuckle shots in the playground, which left my legs feeling heavy. One of it taken by the ground
instead of aiming at the post it aimed back to my bones I guess. Newton's pain goes in
smoothly. So I sat down and put the scooter key on the table. Although I searched for it in the
kitchen. It is not that I don't have a memory where I put it. It seems like I am adapting to a
situation of searching where laziness is the mastermind behind it. I felt like my eyes were not
fully opened when I started searching instead of remembering. I decided to give up and head
outside to catch up with an autorickshaw. "yes there it is" I got the key.
I was working in a car company in the automation department. That's my dream job and that's what I got. But it's not like in the
dreams. When I was little I had an intention to make every one of my toys automatic.
***** I indeed love cars more than chairs in my company. But I felt like I worked for the chair.

An orange F-Type Jaguar suddenly appeared in front of me as I was riding my scooter around a
curve. Though I was in increasing pain, I managed to stop the scooter. Unfortunately, I couldn't
put my leg down, so I continued to the hospital. The doctor informed me that I had a small
fracture and needed rest. When I arrived back at my apartment, I saw the Jaguar once again. It
was coming out from a luxurious house on the right side of our apartment building. Despite my
difficulty walking, I decided to investigate. Sat in a chair outside on the Varandha, waiting and
watching. I had lived in the apartment building for about a month and had never noticed the
house before. Finally, I had the chance to explore everything around me with my eyes. The
doctor said I would be fully healed within one or two weeks.

As I write in my diary, I pour out all my emotions, memories, and thoughts that come to mind.
This process makes me feel relieved and comfortable, allowing me to sleep well after
unburdening my mind and transferring the weight onto the soft absorber with a floating syringe. I
need more memories to be written. my brother once told me "Write down whatever comes to
mind on a paper without editing or censoring it. Come back to it later when things start to make
sense, additional ink will come and find you". I don't know what he means but from that point, I
take it as a reason for writing a diary. unfortunately, there were huge gaps between me and my
writing for months or maybe years. he didn't tell me what to think or write. Later I realized it
wasn't just about writing down my thoughts, but rather, it was a way of thinking and processing
my experiences.
------------------(CLIPPED PAGES FROM DIARY)------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

23/12/2024
Monday

I was sitting outside Varandha and as the evening progressed, it was
not too long to blur my eyes. A kid caught my attention, playing football alone in a small yard
outside. that evening the Jaguar came back from work. a man, who looks like in his 20s like me.
he has a visage carved from marble dreams, where wealth and charm convene. The sky blue
Gaze eyes held the depth of sapphires. Time seemed to bend to his will, marked by the golden
timepiece that adorned his wrist a family heirloom that ticked away the moments with precision
and elegance.

He is definitely in high power at his work, he could come back every evening. oh god, I need to
identify as that man. I know that will not work until I get any mental issues or mentally issued
sensei in my childhood. Poor mind, I don't have any illness in that part and even if I make up it in
my mind I don't have a Jaguar to ride. The Jaguar with its sleek lines and fiery orange hue, is
not merely a machine, it’s a symphony of power, desire, and rebellion. He put the Jaguar ring
key on his belt loop. Now the key protects the pants more than the strips. it keeps his standard
from falling off the pants on the floor.

As long as I work for money I hope that money will work for me one day and at that time I will
hear the clear wealth whispered. more than him Jaguar give me hope for that.
I thought they were brother. then I saw a young girl kissing him. Was he lived to marry someone this quickly? Is that what his goal Is? was to marry, and
have a child? Is that how the world works now? I am not jealous. I think that he is too young for
this. marriage gives a reason for living for the ones who don't have that. That's what it is. So
maybe I am jealous.

I got the dream I needed. I want to be in a Robotics company. I make the kid inside me
happy, this was his dream. I was always failing to find the dream of this younger me. Am I
satisfied with my own failure in finding a good reason for living? or is this how destiny arrives to
make me the fool who I need to be in the future?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

24/12/2024
Tuesday

Today evening young man came with a gift for the kid he took a
small post from the shining black back seat and placed it in the yard. It's not right. then he
started to play with his kid while the Jaguar was watching every moment carefully. The orange
paint shimmered, catching the light like a forbidden flame. I felt bad when he was being insulted
as a carrier even though the Jaguar was happily watching them. The kid was looking happier
than yesterday. Caring is the form of happiness that he had, I thought my life would be worse if
I got that kind of happiness. It's not the case that I don't care about anybody. I can't care for
someone without expecting returns. I care for my family to give returns and I do care for my
friends with those expectations. but all, in the end, it makes me a more selfish self-centered
person.

I want to call my roommates 'my friends'. they are doing a lot for me now.
At night I saw my mate Dilijit in the next room looking out of
the window at the house. I asked him about the Jaguar. "it's nice but I think the Polo GT is better
" He had arrived at this conclusion after making some tomato-tomato comparison.
I bought myself here and after 28 days, an injury happened.
i thought i could not get into my first and new project for the company. now i understand that the
dream of the kid is only a reason to see himself as meaningful in the future and to move on to
the life of younger myself, who is now struggling to find out new meanings for the stories without
any moral that he made without looking at any past degree.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

25/12/2024
Wednesday

From my vantage point on the chair, i saw that some workers
spending hours meticulously crafting Christmas tableau in the middle of their front yard and a
sturdy old man with a garibaldi beard had climbed precarious ladders to string twinkling lights
along the leaves, corners of the house and all the way to the gate.
no one of us has work today. we grouped together and started to drink
beer. Dilijith brought 5 bottles of beer and 2 of us me and Aben, refused to drink. the party was
joyful and lasted until midnight. I went to the veranda to admire the beauty of the house on
Christmas night. light from 3 sides of the house one from the middle tree and the other two from
the side 2 stars. That tree, its branches laden with memories. the hand-painted snowflake from
Little Boy, the delicate glass angel from the young Mrs. Young Man takes the kid up and kid
rings the antique silver bell. Do they feel safe here while I am watching? wide open.

Day by day I understand that his wealth getting shrinks, he is a kid
with tastes. Then it would be sure that his company and the jaguar are always trying to slip from
his hand. while lack of water makes us thirsty, lack of taste makes us worthy.
one-half beer was staring at me. I make sure the Aben was asleep and I took the bottle
and go to Leven's room. He was lying sprawled beneath the bed. The bed above him sagged
under the force of regrets and choices.

The life I am living is just a dream of a kid who was joyfully enjoying his life with his
brother's light while trapped inside a family drama. whenever he tries to go to find peace with his
brother, the memories of each member in the drama fade away. they were out of the drama but
they were the ones who suffered the most. 2 months ago the one who was with him in all these
ways also followed the path of the members. Now no more members exist and he finds his own
position to stand on the bottom of the earth. Even if i expect something more than someone in
my life. At last, everything was meaningless thoughts to fulfill a blank page of dreams.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

26/12/2024
Thursday

"There was one more bottle" Ken said. he comes to my room
"You".
me: no I'm not
there is no wonder that how he ends up here as an accountant.
ken: yes you are. no worry, I take the bottle and leave nobody knows. he closes the door. he
gave me a sinister smile before leaving. After sometimes
the other 2 pictures caught my eye saying "Youuu".
now I understand that I'm doomed there is only one more person who doesn't know about it.
when I go to verandah I see something weird about the Jaguar its tire is a puncher and today I
don't think there is a workshop open. he takes another car from his porch and when he goes out
like he usually does he at the middle of the yard and picks something weird. it is an AIM
(automation indicator messenger), He breaks it and goes to work taking another car.
after I got a message from the company "Everyone in the
company must attempt the meeting at 9:00 am morning or you will lose your job" I got a call
from the boss: keep your phone online and listen to the meeting. the topic was the new product
it has not started selling but someone took the prototype or the product. wait... is that man the
owner of the company? it makes sense that's why he could come every evening. I don't see his
face yet.

At night when I came out for fresh air I saw a full moon filled with hope. I take a look at the
house the Jaguar is in the yard and the tire is fixed it comes out through the automated gate
system and stops right in front of me. the nervous system on my leg suddenly stuck in a wave of
pain and rushed into the Jaguar.

I open the door to my unforgettable memories with my brother. he was the only one I had.
Our neighbors were always admired for having a family
like these in the neighborhood. they got the opportunity to see live shows with tongue fights.
Whenever he got the smell of an upcoming tragedy at our home he took me to the Jaguar and
started music.

Hold the brake to take the breath.

Press down and pump the fuel smoothly to hold Jaguar's breath. We get into Jaguar's soul by
regulating the clutch according to his noise, showering him when he feels lazy or sad, and
buying him the most common expensive drink before he gets dull. Treat him in the nearest
workshop quickly at the time of illness, When we began to smell his angriness clutch up when
he began to feel pain clutch down.

This man has the same musical taste as my brother. But I can't quite
recall his face. The only thing I remember every time is that I was inside my dream car. I wanted
to ask him where are you heading on this night. My lips are always stick together while my eyes
are wide open. Me who was sitting like a baby sweating through eye balls. The leather hugged
me, whispering secrets of speed and adventure. I was no longer a mere mortal. I was a part of
this symphony of horsepower and adrenaline. I am happy for where am i now and what I am
now. In one week I joined and I became one of the 15 members of the new project of the
company. I called it as a dream when I was a kid and now that's my passion.
I came by fulfilling a side of my dream comes true and getting a deep sleep.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

27/12/2024
Friday

When I woke up late I went to Varanda suddenly and searched for
the gaguar coming out in the morning. he takes the polo GT and goes in a hurry. I got a call from
my work companion. Things are getting worse than yesterday and everyone is now pointing at
you.

I get it because I am the only one in the automation department who was not present but why
do they trust each other? is there someone who needs to point me first? I take a look at the
mirror attached to a suitcase. I can see my brother in me. The yelp sound is getting in my way. I
don't expect them in the night. I need to cooperate. Everyone is pointing at me so if I tell them
about all I saw from Varandha, it will be worse for me. I need to hide this somewhere.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

29-02-2025
Saturday

I lost my trust in the bright sun after a dark night. yesterday I arrived from jail and
today I was busy with something I needed to do, Not for me, But for my friends and neighbors
here, to get them out of their Misinterpreted minds. I take my diary and tear my green days.
peoples in the city was a curator after that.

Being honest. I don't care if someone stole it every night. Anyway, I can travel in my dream
jaguar on these dreaming nights. but I do care about telling people that I am not a robber. In the
evening I get out to my friend Sam's press and print the book, Tomorrow I will publish it. now my
brother's voice makes sense. it doesn't matter how boring my life is going on, I am always will
be the main character of my story.
I HAVE NOTHING TO DIG OUT THE TRUTH. ALL I HAVE IS MY DIARY TO BURY THE LIES