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Sunday, April 09, 2006

The World Stopped Moving

While sitting in the number 7 train, my eyes strayed on an ad and I was mesmerized by the garish word: where
Where was I?
Where did I come from?
Where was my purpose?
Where is life?
Where are the surprises?
The happiness?
Fullfilment?
Where is the satisfaction-
Of being where I am?
Where is today?
Where will I be
Twenty years from now?
Where is my identity?
My mission?
Heritage?
Where is my culture?
My flag?
Country.
posted by Ayesha at 4:45 PM

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