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some faces,some shots,some scene still last long in my eyes though the plot ,people completely dissolved . We say past is gone in the air,past is no more ,whatever the say is Iam strong connected with my past as long as my memory not faded.
 Sometimes waiting for a friend in busy street brings out the stream of conciousness when looking into moving wheels.More than a throne,more than fame and name,mind wants to dissolve all addresses which I have in vacuum,to be a part of closed circle,to be an alphabet more than being a poem.