A drizzling evening...... unknown faces walking by.... slow moving vehicles shrieking out their horn with all their might... cigarette butts flooding the ash tray.... the dim light of the light-post flickering over every stranger........ dark clouds in the sky slowly drifting towards uncharted territories..... the dark silhouette of the old buildings blocking the horizon..... but amidst all no one notices three young people sitting at a wooden table, laughing their hearts out at apparently nothing!!!..... Do they care about the world? Or rather does the world care about them?.... There's no answer to it...... or is it that no one wants to know the answer...... the only thing that everyone knows is that the time is drifting away even faster than their watches show...... just like the clouds are drifting away but they cannot grasp it...... they got to live in this time.... they got to laugh in this time that drifts..... Cause they never know what lies beneath the deep dark clouds....... or........ Do they even bother to know?
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A cup of coffee....drizzlin' ambiance.....a guitar though never knew to turn the chords to sooth through....an ash droolin' ashtray....those faces wid d same old belongingness...or rather the faces of those loved and very truly never given d world a damn about it.....and those everlastin' and ever lively memories.....all summed up thru ur flowin ink for our very own den Barista....n u'll still find me sitn at dat very place swingin over the chain wid a fag in one hand and my very own cappuccino in d othr...willb waitn for u to join me...till the ....
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