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The tracks
Sitting by the window, she looked out and somewhere, look beyond. Life has been fair to her in more ways than one. She has been blessed with a good health, family in the prime of her profession yet a deep longing throbbed in her heart. An unquenchable thirst.....
The distant sound of a train echoed and her back from her reverie..
Like the two parallel tracks,they both were together Yet distant....
Sunday 3rd March 2019 4:07 pm
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