Friday, March 10, 2006
0659 hrs a blaring horn on ground level and screeching brakes, as some soul making his/her way thru traffic starts another day in his/her life .Somewhere in the Condo nearby at 150 ft above the ground level another soul stirs up with blaring horn & screeching brakes acting as morning alarm, wondering not even 3 hours of sleep when another day starts. Somewhere in between the ground and the high-rise apartment, on some tropical tree cuckoo sings the only song it can sing, oblivious to all the mayhems in the human world. At least someone does know purpose of its life……
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Unsui 5:08 PM
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