The roads looked unusually busy;
Too occupied to contain melancholy.
Amidst this show of liveliness,
Raindrops dribbled down the leaves
Mimicking the core of this picture.
At times, deceit, like a flash of lighting,
Brightened up the scenario.
The next moment revealed
Old truths in a deeper hue.
Uncountable faces, myriad voices,
Floating rumours and heavy hearts:
Colours blending with no effort;
Painting reality all around me.
There, I stumbled upon images
Reminiscent of my past.
The fiery monsoon winds
Pulled me away from my thoughts.
Our stories are not ours,
They are for all to live, I realised;
Our response is what defines us.
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