Rain, the tractor....
It finally rained ..... it changed everything around.
I can almost see a quarter of Pune from the balcony outside my office floor. Could see the city getting washed while the same old tractor blaring around.
I still feel the pain....Still do. That tractor reminded me of something... They still trickle down. I still hope.
I can almost see a quarter of Pune from the balcony outside my office floor. Could see the city getting washed while the same old tractor blaring around.
I still feel the pain....Still do. That tractor reminded me of something... They still trickle down. I still hope.
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