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It was early morning. Smoking blue sky was running out of gloves of black night. A misty figure, wrapped in human bones and some flesh was sitting on the edge of the road. His eyes were struck to the street art that was painted by leaves with the brush of dewdrops.

For a moment, a thought arouse in his hopeless eyes, his body shivered. Echoes of words, flashes of his stoned fate began to hover around his ragged soul.

“Stay...Stay away... You leech! ” A pious man pushed him aside and entered into the temple with folded hands. 

- Ankita Chauhan 

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