A Genuine Cause
There was a time when time was really meaningful. We used to wait for the vacation to start, for a journey to the remote distant place….those beautiful golden days.
“Am I disturbing you?” You asked me , suddenly.
I was not sure. People get disturbed for many reasons. Genuine reasons, valid reasons. And people get disturbed as they are truly annoyed. Truly disturbed.
I looked at you . I looked in your eyes.
You are waiting for my answer. I am convinced that you will wait, not for me...but for a genuine cause.
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