Once upon a time, there was an old man. There was a time when he wasn't that old. The story starts there and not now. One day the young old man was walking down a street with no name. The people he met were strangers. He was a stranger too, for them. He was hungry and didn't know where he was going. But he trundled on. Wait a second. He can't trundle as he wan't that old. So he just carried on. On that fateful day he met a woman. She was the queen of the street. She offered him an apple. He was thankful to her for that apple. As he took the apple and bit it, the world changed around him. He was now Adam and it was Eve who gave him the apple, not Satan. No this story doesn't make sense. Looks like we have a long way to go. So let's meet again here on this nameless street when we are old enough to understand why Eve made Adam bite the apple.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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