STORY THAT IS HARD TO TELL

We all grew up knowing this world won’t stop we always believed that the busy station of Dadar is never gonna halt, we always believed schools colleges offices will never stop we will always see our friends over street corners for dark coffees and cigarettes we never knew this would stop with a virus. Then came the time everything just stopped we just looked at each other where were we going what are we missing what are we losing we phoned, we talked, we messed, we fought, we slapped, someone died someone born. But in these times I learned to stop to look around to observe to detail, to fight, to smile, to cry, to shy, to lie, to ride, and then slide to fall, to call. 

All I write is a mess with clear grammatical solecisms to my intentions to tell a story it’s all hard to tell its all hard to understand.

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