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A Life Without You?

The mukri of the mosque next to my house shouts into the microphone everyday morning, calling the faithful to prayers. I see the tabela guy escorting his buffaloes to pasture, and I hear the paper guy delivering my morning paper at the door. Nothing much changes here.

This is the twentieth year of you and I.

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  1. RaajiiFebruary 10, 2013 at 11:46 PM

    Aww... this is so heart-felt.

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    1. RajeshFebruary 11, 2013 at 8:27 PM

      Glad that you liked it Raji. Was confused on howto best present this thought :)

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