Just the other day while standing under an abandoned building similar to my heart, when it was raining cats and dogs, a man ran towards the building seeking for shelter. As apparent it was, he was all drenched. Striking a conversation was never so easy with a complete stranger, until it down poured heavily. Because everyone does look for shelter just like seeking for their souls out of life and have got nothing but share stories. The particular story of the man standing right across me left me dumbstruck. You see, relatable stories. Crazy as it sounds, but the fact is stories are never unique, just the souls dealing with it are.
In the end, we're all just mundane stories narrated with different lives. As simple as that.
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