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It's been a long time. Nothing new has happened in the city. Snow fell last week. The weather is as cold as always. It's raining today.

The paint has washed off the walls. Maybe water is dripping from the roof. Anyway, this could also be an illusion. I don't understand anything these days.

Where are you? In some big city! On the eighteenth floor of some tall building! Or on the banks of some lake?

Lake. You may not remember, but once we had decided to go to that lake where that beautiful love story was filmed.

Oh! The same one, whose name I always forget. In which the lover and the beloved sit for a long time on the banks of that lake and the story ends with an incomplete completion.

This morning I tripped on my foot. It's still in pain. I think, what a strange feeling pain is! It stays for years but stops being felt after a few moments. Anyway, this time I got that tripped removed. Now I won't get hurt.

I didn't tell you, but I was in your city a few days ago.  Exactly there, from where age did not progress. On the other side of the road in front of your house. I felt you were there. I even thought of calling you. But life has sealed my lips. 
Where are you? I know you must be laughing after watching some story in a film, in the balcony. Stopping on the road and listening to the flute of a hawker. Perhaps looking at the dampness of some house for years, silently.
I have not been able to understand till now why you are captured in that picture on the wall of the room! I don't know what everyone says. I don't understand anything these days.
Tell me! Where are you? 


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