As I was walking down the lane, two guys smoking in the corner started following me. At the corner, which was quite dark, one of them catcalled, "Hello Madam." I turned, looked them in the eye and went up to them to say, "Hello sir." They seemed frightened, for they whisked off soon enough. I called again, "Hello sir." They started walking faster. I followed them, calling, "Hello sir." They started running. I started running after them, shouting, "Hello sir." At the end of the lane, they got tired and stopped, turned around and pleaded, "Please stop following us."

I said, "Exactly." They couldn't, thereafter.

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As I was walking down the lane......
I found the old us, the happy us and and and.........

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As I was walking down the lane,
Scattered visions muddled up my brain..
Here was a dog sniffing a clogged drain,
Hoping for something he would never obtain...
There a girl staring at others in pain,
While her tears rolled down the window pane...
In the corner a confused soul crying in vain,
Disowned and tired of trying to explain.....
As I walked past them drenching in the rain,
Despair came roaring like a hurricane...
In a world where hypocrisy and cruelty reign,
I prayed for them to smile once again............

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As I was walking down the lanes of my past life,I stopped for a while just as to start breathing again.......

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As I was walking down the lane,
I saw a pig happily rolling in the dirt.
'Dirt is subjective after all', I said to myself and moved ahead.

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As I was walking down the lane, I saw my shadow coming towards me.

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"DOWN THE LANE"

(Story in caption)

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As I was walking down the lane,
My inability to enjoy the small things
made me realize that the being
inside me had died a long timeback
and I was reduced to a machine
who just obeyed orders regardless of his own!!

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As I was walking down the lane,I realized that
I was just A reflection Of
His 'SOUL' but I was only
Following his shadow on the same path
In Search of 'LOVE'.

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As I was walking down the lane,
I found the shadow of my pain
following my burnt memories.
There's still a fire in my silence
and it speak words through my pen
Then, I thought to write with ashes.
So they can rest in peace.

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