He wakes up and performs his morning rituals,
He ties his shoelaces and walks to school
On his way, he sees the women sweeping the leaves on the ground into tidy little heaps
He smiles at the beggar sitting by the gate, jovial as ever
He greets the security men clad in poorly designed jackets as he shows them his ID Card
He walks past his course mates earnestly waiting for the lecturer and sits on the bench
He plugs in his earphones, brings out his book and starts to write
His head is bent in concentration while his fingers masterfully move
As always, his story is about the boy
The boy who wakes up, walks to school and sits on his bench to write.

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