The time, days, the epoch come alive before me like a flashback, as I enter my town.
How nostalgic have I become as I found...still it runs at a slow pace.
Still the citizens are calm and composed, still they don't believe in competing for lofty careers.
Still the morning here is so peaceful. A sheet of mist has covered everything, even the birds couldn't stay unaffected.
Lethargic they go, like chirping and being active are the last things they would opt for.
The bus takes me through the bumpy roads and it seems like the snakes have taught the chauffeur to drive.
It's left and right moves trouble me, and a felling of dizziness wells forth from within.
And I converse to myself, when would this journey end?
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