Tis another Monday morn. And after a brilliant weekend, it seems somewhat of a letdown to come to the hospital ward I call my office. The tubelights, the upcoming deadlines (some have been past) and half-full - or half-empty? - glass sitting in front of me do nothing to motivate or excite me. But oh well, it is only ten to ten, so maybe there is excitement that may come my way later on in the day. Until then, all I have for comfort is a cuppa coffee.
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Why do those who can touch higher skies,restrict themselves and go hurtling backwards?
gravity
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