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  • The place had changed.

    The road was wider cleaner and spacious.

    A high iron fence had been erected to create a border, 'borders'- another favourite strategy spreading plaguelike every step of every way, borders of various kinds, borders which were not long ago in the form and shape of walls...


    Behind the fence one could see traces of the old settlement. Closely built living rooms,three or four storeys high, with small ventilators close to the roof.
    As I looked I saw the wired cages on the roof tops... I saw birds perched in silence, like dark idols. Birds, the living creatures born to fly across the open expanses of the skies.

    Oh to what extent of effort humans will go to satisfy the desire to capture command control and then eventually to put an end to the tender life line

    Philosophy of life in five short words.

    'Change is the new keyword of nations.

    Life has not changed.
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