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  • June 6, 2019

The Milkman

On my journey to somewhere, I encountered a Milkman, on his motorbike. He had a peculiar moustache which hinted at his stature and life as he lived it. Clearly he wasn’t just a fluke. He has travelled. Went through life. Rises and the falls. He had been to many somewheres, than I can imagine. Still he was travelling now. Like me. To a somewhere.

Greedy?
Stories
acquaintance, eternal, Friendship, journey, life, meaning, The Milkman, unsaid

I like you there. I like the way you are secretive and prefer to be in utter solitude, while reading me and lets keep it that way.

Till Now

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