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Articles: My Thoughts | One day
- Mr. sasank Thatavarthi
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'I'm bad, not much tolerant..' said Lee to the storekeeper. Lee, a middle aged, healthy,alone. Times I've observed him, his gestures made me to curious to know about him..he keeps always long cigar in his mouth. I feel comfirt when I see him in black jacket. He don't talk much may silence wants to be with him for all the time. I stood beneath the shop board,it's cool, rain started pouring heavily. He bought the newspaper and gave back money.He took a glance on that..and saw about climate. It's dark cloudy.seems rain may continue for couple of hours. Tardily he moved from shop and stepped out. It's rainy...I said tentatively. He didn't look back and passed away from that place.
I think he has some mysterious history. I asked shopkeeper. He shook his head and giggled for a minute. Still rain is pouring. I came to my room,soon I found T.V. is playing.
I did off. I do watch T.V. but rarely I involve. I opened window and looked at outside..It's dark, heavy rain. Faraway lights are blinking with xanthous paint over the city. I went back to bed.
Sasank.
01.02.2005
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