One hailing from kolkata would know how well does a Bus double as rocking cradle to countless office-goers...even today when my car moves next to a spilling bus, I make an effort to hold my head out to see the stooped heads swaying in rhyme with the notes of a bumpy road. Engine's sonorous rumble adds a lullaby touch, with the seats rocking them to a short-lived yet consummate sleep.
I call them rumblings as they grossly lack the structure and merits of a perfect read - yet clasp close as they reflect my inconstancy and joie de vivre - unyielding to any persuasion known to man (please accept 'lies' as incidental or embellished truths - as I strongly deny the existence of 'Lie' - it's always 'Truth' or otherwise...besides 'Truth' in its purity lacks imagination)...Happy Reading!
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
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