The hazy skies, The pain inside,The cloud of opportunities,Locked inside..The sword of lightning,Striking through the clouds,The clouds open up,Releasing the pain inside.. The drops of life,Fall out of the skies,The paddy fields,Look at the sky and smile..
Watchman Chacha
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The gate closed with a clank. I looked at the back of the shiny coated Hyundai Santro. It looked nice. From the back of the vehicle, i could see a little head bob out. Then i saw a tiny hand
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