"Beautiful " I said as I passed through the beautiful markets in this beautiful part of a beautiful country.
Work is what I want . Job is what I need . Money is what the reason is .

Some karate rats are running In stomach . I have not ate a morsel since morning . I entered a cafe for a cup of tea .
Why do all this world reminds me of the same thing again and again ?
I looked around . I went to the reception and asked him for a cup of tea .his face was buried under the table as he was counting the days salary . He raised his head but the appearance of the head gave me a shock .he has curly hair and a Roman nose with the green chinky eyes .
"Hey, he is my father ." I wondered . I cannot believe it . I have heard of his death but he is in a business in India . But how is this possible ? I also received his death certificate .
I pinched myself and found that he has buried his head again . I took his head and turned it to me . What !
He raised his hand to adjust his wavy hairs and his small nose came into view .
"Was the man doing plastic surgery while being buried?" I thought .

"Behave yourself" were the words which I heard while returning after giving the order .
What can I do ? The cafe seems much similar to our home Dhaba(a small hotel) .

Someone has rightly said that the world is very small and we can find the similarity in its every corner . This has happened with me just now . but I am still alone. The moment I saw my father, I felt a bit satisfaction.  Yes, it was just a miraj but it throwed out my loneliness  for a moment . And now, I am alone again without any love.
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But I am not alone because I have you with me. Vote if you are the reason for my social .