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I used to see him everyday from the window of my home. He would come and sit in the same corner seat of the restaurant on the same chair everyday. He would order a coffee and then take out his pen, paper and start writing. I couldn’t make out exactly what he used to write, [...]
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He was a restless soul, never at peace. He had this zeal in him, a passion to do something which will make his life worthwhile. He used to travel a lot outside his motherland for business. Though he liked what he was doing but he was not truly happy. He wanted to settle down in [...]
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