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Dreams to Reality
Its one of those sluggish days. You feel too lazy to even move your fingers.
The leaves on the branch outside your window sway dreamily in the air. The cuckoo on the branch sings in its dulcet tones. There's soulful music playing in the background as an accompaniment. The flautist slowly drones on a note and all you want to do is stare at the same spot on the wall and wish that the music would never end.
The percussionist takes over and jungle beats play in your senses. The cuckoo gets cacophonous. Realization slaps across the face and the slothful day after all turns out to be a scorching sweaty sunny morning. The mundane humdrum activities beckon and that's where your reverie ends and you are woken up from your long long long sleep !
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The leaves on the branch outside your window sway dreamily in the air. The cuckoo on the branch sings in its dulcet tones. There's soulful music playing in the background as an accompaniment. The flautist slowly drones on a note and all you want to do is stare at the same spot on the wall and wish that the music would never end.
The percussionist takes over and jungle beats play in your senses. The cuckoo gets cacophonous. Realization slaps across the face and the slothful day after all turns out to be a scorching sweaty sunny morning. The mundane humdrum activities beckon and that's where your reverie ends and you are woken up from your long long long sleep !
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