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“He milled about his garden, lost in the thoughts of his dear Hariom's whereabouts, unmindfully crushing under his feet the fallen leaves of his darling trees. Why does it become inevitable sometimes to walk upon your shattered dreams to carry out your duty, he ruminated.” — Anurag Shrivastava
He milled about his garden, lost in the thoughts of his dear Hariom's whereabouts, unmindfully crushing under his feet the fallen leaves of his darling trees. Why does it become inevitable sometimes to walk upon your shattered dreams to carry out your duty, he ruminated.