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It was an absent answer. Terror was one abyss in unhindered waking of eternity in being. The passions rise between downpour of black rings on the terraces, was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no body was taking the responsibility of the war lost, and we nod in unison. Hunger drives the wedge. This is a city of moonless sky where the headcount never stops. Warriors sit down under the volts opening red eyes, the trade gets a bad name, rubbers win the coin. Yellow metal gleams around arms, a wound becomes a talisman, you start collecting the awards from severed hands. Satish Verma *On watching a massive blaze of gas depot at Jaipur ( India ) unebbed for 3 days.