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The world

Time was not passing. Bikash looked at his wall clock. He again looked at the computer screen. He wanted the time to run speedily. But, it was not happening . He felt the time for him was unending. He had no friend, no one was there to talk  or receive his call.  He was missing something , very close to his heart. He wanted to be the child again, be the lover again waiting Riya inside the park nearby after class.

He went to his small kitchen , prepared two cup of black coffee. He kept one cup of coffee before him and sip another cup of coffee silently. He has to live his life in this way. He has made his world like this. It is his way to live. He wanted this mechanical life, really it was the aim of his life. Then, what for such loneliness? He was no way unsocial. He has enough thought for society and people. may be this situation is the first step towards penance. A soft smile danced on his lips. Now he felt something like relaxation. His heart bit seemed normal. Now he can work again over his dream project on  'Improvement on human nature to save the world".

He rushed towards computer with his empty cup.

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