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Some Days Are Hard But Hope In Tomorrow
The monsoon can make anyone a Mumbaikar in one fell swoop.The water level rose,but differences of hearts couldn’t rise above the grounds. All the marks of hatred drowned, and the fear survived. In the time of crisis, no one was Marathi, no one was Hindu, no one was Muslim. Left were mere humans clutching their umbrellas, still all soaked. Humans who asked for help, and humans who could protect them. Someday, the wool will fall, the rain will stop, and everything will be fine. When that day comes, just one thing must be done: preserve the moisture provided by rain.
Some Days Are Hard But Hope In Tomorrow
The monsoon can make anyone a Mumbaikar in one fell swoop.The water level rose,but differences of hearts couldn’t rise above the grounds. All the marks of hatred drowned, and the fear survived. In the time of crisis, no one was Marathi, no one was Hindu, no one was Muslim. Left were mere humans clutching their umbrellas, still all soaked. Humans who asked for help, and humans who could protect them. Someday, the wool will fall, the rain will stop, and everything will be fine. When that day comes, just one thing must be done: preserve the moisture provided by rain.