02 August, 2008

There is chaos all around.

There is chaos all around. Noise of cars and scooters. Of rickshaws and of buses. Of railways and of people. There is complete chaos.
Chaos so much so that no one is heard and no one has the time to speak. And then there are those untouched souls with a clear purpose of touching the noisy hearts with an innocence and words and confusion difficult to describe.

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