It was raining hevily, i reached there after sun set down. There was no power, a complete black out...I got down the car and walked the muddy turn to the devasted estate; compleate wet and with dripping head...
The rubber trees where crying.
Glitters from the heven flashed as lightening lead my way to the little square which was my aim..
The newly plauged soil forms a muddy lake still keeping it's little shape of square..
I stood there and leaned to touch the soil.. it was mud a greasy one.
The man mended me layed under that mud.....
Many flashes of my childwood memmories came and gone....
I turned and walked away to my car to my rotting routines..
A wind mildly wistled in my ear and asked " After all.....What is Life my Friend..."?
I started searching the ANSWER................................
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Do write when you find the answer to it.
Nice write up
Cheers
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