Monday, February 24, 2003

At times, with a cup of coffee in hand, I stare out of the windows
of my work-hall. I look at the people many floors below going about their usual chores,
the guard calling out, someone sweeping the courtyard,
the dog barking.
Its then that I realise how it must be to be deaf, to see everything so close,
so near, yet not hear a thing.

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