Its 6:15 pm.
A typical evening.
I am sitting in my terrace gazing at some pigeons in front of me.
They are feeding on the corn I had just spread for them.
They visit me every evening.
It’s feels like they know me
and are expecting me to come.
I turn towards my right.
There is the main highway. The roads are empty and the shops are closed.
I can see a handful of people, now and then, walking around for their own purpose.
It’s not usual.
Trust me, this highway, which I am talking about is the main one in our city.
It used to be crowded with vehicles, running constantly, with clutter and noise of people,
running the race of their lives.
And, today, it feels deserted.
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