[Nights are times when mankind tends to hope and dream. They pray before sleep for a better tomorrow; for a better state of mind to endure the days. They socialise and celebrate at gatherings like these - his eyes scrutinise the crowd - to avoid facing their fears. He watches people chatter about nothing interesting, nothing important, nothing that reveals anything about their lives.
But before his presence it is impossible to deny who you are. His attire is not the kind to make him stand out of the crowd. He wears the same attire: a black suit and tie matched with a white shirt. He does not care whether he blends into the crowd or stands out with a target on his back.
For he is here for one person; one who knows how rare it is for him to travel anywhere. He appears from the rabble, from nowhere and everywhere, and announces his presence with a question. One asked in a gentle tone.]
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But before his presence it is impossible to deny who you are. His attire is not the kind to make him stand out of the crowd. He wears the same attire: a black suit and tie matched with a white shirt. He does not care whether he blends into the crowd or stands out with a target on his back.
For he is here for one person; one who knows how rare it is for him to travel anywhere. He appears from the rabble, from nowhere and everywhere, and announces his presence with a question. One asked in a gentle tone.]
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