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And then it was November... the crisp autmn wind kissed her face and stray strands of brown hair... She was walking down the empty street...busy creating a collage... a collage of images... reflections..

She loves this time of the day.... she ponders over every little conversation, moments, time that passed by... words that she loved... moments she wished she could wipe away...moments that she will cherish forever...

The image of the overdressed woman in the elevator...screaming managers... the shy new entrant... the glass highrise... the sound of the keyboard... chat windows...messages...phone calls...lunch boxes... onsite, offshore, promotions...projects..clients...headfones with the same music over n over again... restroom gossip...smiles... glances...

It was just a few minutes back...she was a part of all this... and now she is on her way home.. dust kissed shoes... smell of wild flowers...unfinished concrete structures... she was alone...away from the usual histrionics...

Yet another day ends in her life... another collage of innumerable images and reflections ...another walk down this road... she looks back... the overbearing highrise stands far behind in the middle of nowhere...

Theres an emptyness all around...theres a void deep inside... wish she could give words to it...

"I rent a room and I fill the spaces with

wood in places to make it feel like home

but all I feel's alone...

It might be a quarter life crisis or just the stirring in my soul

Either way, I wonder sometimes

about the outcome

of a still verdictless life"