Life was like a mild breeze;
Each day was aspired to be seized.
All I was concerned about was the games which were to be played by the evening;
Those were the days when real-world problems weren’t demonizing.
Then one day, fairytales felt no more intense;
Adulting kept demeaning my existence.
Now, life is all about the rat race;
Happiness is all restrained in the suitcase.
Arnab Dalui
RCC Institute of Information Technology















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