The constant mumble of the crowd, blaring horns of the green and yellow auto rickshaws, grumbling engines of the rickety buses and the babbling pigeons hushed. The world stood still. The universe watched.
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Stories From survival
I’ve observed that a lot of women are inclined to look at / play with their nails when lost in deep thought; they also have a propensity to play with their rings or earrings while talking to someone.
But mentalities of the masses can’t be swayed all at once. And hence, we now have many faiths which are somewhat conflicted, conceited, flawed and yet complete with rich believers who devote all their faith to it.
Seconds turn to minutes, and like this the wheel of time turns. It doesn’t change at all, neither does the sun change its movement. I can see its imprint from where I lie. Something tells me to sleep, but I am afrai...