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mustafa Sted
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the village

I sat in a car listening to music on a hill top with my friends. We really loved what we were doing . Nobody talking,just listening to music with the windows rolled up coz it was too cold out side. We could see the entire city out in front of us.

At 3 Am the city looks really nice.

It took us about 2 hours to get to this place. And it was worth it. The city was laid out in front of us like Bart and Lisa's home town from Mt Springfeild. A city well lit up. A strangely symmetrical city. Not common here. And I looked up there were more lights. Its was like being sandwiched between two cities. It was beautiful.

To the right of us was a an old Mandir with a lit bulb on top of it. The mandir just seemed to grow around a tree. A gigantic eerie tree. A tree for the horror movies. And behind us was a vast empty nothing. Empty nothing because we couldnt see any thing. God just didn't build any thing there. We sitting on the edge of the world. We loved what we saw. We felt special.

that's why I love the night it leaves a lot to your imagination. I can say what I want about that place coz that's how I remember it. Hence that's how it is. We sat there in the cold of the night in our car wrapped in blankets listening to music. I love what music does. It set the mood right for this memory. The music made the night perfect.

The stars were bright and seemed to pulse with the music and so did the city. I felt like the part of a team sitting out side the play ground. Ready to be sent in any time. It was a perfect setting for an extraodinary night.

Just then... 2 truck full of people stopped right behind us. These trucks were carrying an entire village. I wish I had my camera. It was one hell of a sight. Until that time we had forgotten the entire existence of any other person. We had an entire village with us. They were lost. Wanted directions. It seemed to us that they were sent out to start a new village. They had every thing they needed in the truck with them. Hanging inside the truck was an old lamp running on kerosene.

It was a sight

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