Tick-click, tick-click reinforces the absolute silence. A far away accelerating car can only emphasize the absence of life around. Street-lights reflected by the yet-to-evaporate drizzle are a reminder of the darkness above. The regular cycle of the changing colours, red-amber-green-red, mark not the futility, but the wait for someone, something, with hope that their existence will be acknowledged. The idly lying guitar points to the abandonment , the tall glass facade, to the achievements hollow. The heavy blanket, to the coldness abound, the tapping keyboard, to the thoughts profound.
Tick-click, tick-click, time still passes by...
Please take note
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There are little things that happen to us every day. Things that I refer to
as "Pata hai kya hua?" ("Guess what happened?") events. Things that I come
back...
7 months ago