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I am a sinner and I know, But is it the right way

I am a sinner and I know, But is it the right way to be my foe? Caption :( Zephyr is breezing, so me. Moon on its resplendency, so even I supposedly shinning. Everything is quite rendezvousing. The people with sweat, smells hardworking. Many have glanced on me but I am covered from head to toe except palms and wide two eyes of immodesty. The coconut tree is same as like before, standing straight like in the morning and the same floor of station which always hurts me and because of which I fall partially. But this time, I am more stronger and didn't have any imbalances. I am feeling a light spirit. I am walking with the moves of environ. I am alone, walking through the shore of concrete. I am with you, I am with one and all. It's almost eight at night. I am about at my last pace of travelling. Just 15 minutes and I shall be at home. Too much tired but satisfied, I have recognised myself!! I am boarding into my last public transit with lots of struggle because it's Mumbai and struggling is the fate coincidentally. Alike transportation with dissimilar passengers. But nothing is different, as three can sit together there so three here have sat. High on tiredness, I am desiring to reach at the earliest. There are both the frames of references- Inertial moves along with me and non-inertial trees stationary but opposing me. I am making myself comfortable. Trying trying!!! Ok, fine inadequacy of proper place. I am making my mind for this lie. I am believing, maybe he is little obese. So, I am adjusting very hard. But then my cognition encounters something is really fishy. I am trying to avoid him but his elbow is carving wounds in me. His touches are very sore. My silence starts to choke. I can't breathe the fresh air, it shoved me in trance. I want to say 'Please stop, maybe you can't cognize but you are hurting me. You may find fun in this but my purity you are transgressing. I accepted I am wrong and sinful as my eyes might you find tempting. But how come you feel so, I didn't apply anything attractive. No my palms are enticing but again how? Neither I put mehndi nor any nail color and moreover they are dry with lots of scratches because of cold and also I didn't dress up vividly, just a black and ugly cover.' I am full in sudor that it can coat above my black cover. Tears want to lean out of my eyes but they froze. I am requesting the driver uncle to speed up as fast as he can, without words. But hell of traffic jam and the fate is in his court. Even the red light says, "Don't ask anything, you are helpless". Time isn't in my hand and he is gambling it so aptly. He is continuing wounding me, many a times I tried to defend myself through my bag as bulwark but each time he managed to come up with another stabs. Lightning struck, Thunderstorm horrific, Ground trembling, I was more dug than the nadir,
I am a sinner and I know, But is it the right way to be my foe? Caption :( Zephyr is breezing, so me. Moon on its resplendency, so even I supposedly shinning. Everything is quite rendezvousing. The people with sweat, smells hardworking. Many have glanced on me but I am covered from head to toe except palms and wide two eyes of immodesty. The coconut tree is same as like before, standing straight like in the morning and the same floor of station which always hurts me and because of which I fall partially. But this time, I am more stronger and didn't have any imbalances. I am feeling a light spirit. I am walking with the moves of environ. I am alone, walking through the shore of concrete. I am with you, I am with one and all. It's almost eight at night. I am about at my last pace of travelling. Just 15 minutes and I shall be at home. Too much tired but satisfied, I have recognised myself!! I am boarding into my last public transit with lots of struggle because it's Mumbai and struggling is the fate coincidentally. Alike transportation with dissimilar passengers. But nothing is different, as three can sit together there so three here have sat. High on tiredness, I am desiring to reach at the earliest. There are both the frames of references- Inertial moves along with me and non-inertial trees stationary but opposing me. I am making myself comfortable. Trying trying!!! Ok, fine inadequacy of proper place. I am making my mind for this lie. I am believing, maybe he is little obese. So, I am adjusting very hard. But then my cognition encounters something is really fishy. I am trying to avoid him but his elbow is carving wounds in me. His touches are very sore. My silence starts to choke. I can't breathe the fresh air, it shoved me in trance. I want to say 'Please stop, maybe you can't cognize but you are hurting me. You may find fun in this but my purity you are transgressing. I accepted I am wrong and sinful as my eyes might you find tempting. But how come you feel so, I didn't apply anything attractive. No my palms are enticing but again how? Neither I put mehndi nor any nail color and moreover they are dry with lots of scratches because of cold and also I didn't dress up vividly, just a black and ugly cover.' I am full in sudor that it can coat above my black cover. Tears want to lean out of my eyes but they froze. I am requesting the driver uncle to speed up as fast as he can, without words. But hell of traffic jam and the fate is in his court. Even the red light says, "Don't ask anything, you are helpless". Time isn't in my hand and he is gambling it so aptly. He is continuing wounding me, many a times I tried to defend myself through my bag as bulwark but each time he managed to come up with another stabs. Lightning struck, Thunderstorm horrific, Ground trembling, I was more dug than the nadir,
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