Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Soliloquy- Platform



 Tree near my house acts as a pit stop for cotton candy seller, street hawkers and many other. Every time I come, one is having his lunch, other is busy in checking his phone, others having their lunch. Everyone have their own way to rest.

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