By Parth Joshi

almost every evening, while returning, 
i see a mountain standing above all those walking men, rooted severely deep into the earth and yet touching the heights to the extent that clouds and even winds change their course due to their might. astonishing, yet nigh none of them finds it so.
what a pity!

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