The hour hand of the grey clock on the white wall was rushing every second. On one side, the forlorn newspaper was waiting for its daily ordeal, on the other, the medicine strip shouted effrontarily for discipline. Meera was cursing
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The hour hand of the grey clock on the white wall was rushing every second. On one side, the forlorn newspaper was waiting for its daily ordeal, on the other, the medicine strip shouted effrontarily for discipline. Meera was cursing
