Sunday, May 12, 2019

Back to the concrete jungle.

It's been 3 weeks since I saw the face of city and I'm back to the ruckus, cacophonous city. I take an app to call the cab. I see the apartments towered up. People hustling to their own places. 

And I wish to return to the village. I may not be progressive but I walk with enjoyment for hours rather than be in this hustle bustle.

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