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Busy City

Hashtag Kalakar
Oct 18, 2022
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By Aarya Pradhan



“Watching all these people, rushing around, All these cars, speeding about, I space out a while, and watch them move, What kind of stories might they hold?



Thousands of thoughts, countless memories, Or stories of pain, left untold. I could stay here, for hours and more, Watching them stories, slowly unfold.”


By Aarya Pradhan




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