Sitting at my desk, the wind carries with it the humdrum of life outside. The chaotic little shrieks of children playing just after school hours reminds me of my happy childhood where I played for long hours outside, till my mother came calling for dinner. The incessant blaring horns signal a traffic jam somewhere in the lanes behind home, leading me to imagine the frustrated looks and words exchanged by those caught in its midst. You see, I was convinced that when I walked under that .

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