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The drizzle clattered on the thick glass. Cold cubicles stood lonely like small islands. The hand had a dead mouse to hold on. Life sucked out with a tight tie. Smile wiped away by meticulous schedules. The laugh had no heart, no warmth. No whispers, no secrets, no companions. In the solitude, in Facebook, with a Fake Face. No Real people - to touch, to laugh, to share. Drop the mouse, shut the system, Un-tie. Close your eyes. Switch the sun on. Step in to the sunshine. Breath in... Welcoming winds, hug the fresh souls. Warm hands grab the lonely ones. Free the feet and the soul. Stretch the mind and Fly. Sway to the music of oneness. Splash the Colors of Life. Ambient Events And Media and Royal Suvik Events comes to you with some dhamaal. Stay Tuned for More ;)
Posted on: Wed, 22 Jan 2014 09:49:23 +0000

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