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Waiting for my own #Metro before the world steps in. I will be your Shabri #ahmedabad ❤️❤️❤️ #Queen #Ahmedabadkirani #Indiakirani #Queengetsitall #Loveforthecity #AppearalParkStation #Depo

Waiting for my own #Metro before the world steps in. I will be your Shabri #ahmedabad ❤️❤️❤️ #Queen #Ahmedabadkirani #Indiakirani #Queengetsitall #Loveforthecity #AppearalParkStation #Depo

Waiting for my own #Metro before the world steps in. I will be your Shabri #ahmedabad ❤️❤️❤️ #Queen #Ahmedabadkirani #Indiakirani #Queengetsitall #Loveforthecity #AppearalParkStation #Depo

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All that I know and world doesn’t about #Metro bringing exclusively for u my lovelies from the captain of the #MetroProject Shri I P Gautam #MDMetro #Ahmedabad #Gujarat

All that I know and world doesn’t about #Metro bringing exclusively for u my lovelies from the captain of the #MetroProject Shri I P Gautam #MDMetro #Ahmedabad #Gujarat

All that I know and world doesn’t about #Metro bringing exclusively for u my lovelies from the captain of the #MetroProject Shri I P Gautam #MDMetro #Ahmedabad #Gujarat

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Sometimes in the dark of the night, I visit my conscience to see if it is still breathing, for its dying a slow death Every day. When I pay for a meal in a fancy place, an amount which is perhaps the monthly income of the guard who holds the door open, And quickly I shrug away that thought. It dies a little When I buy vegetables from the vendor, And his son "chhotu" smilingly weighs the potatoes. Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school. I look the other way. It dies a little. When I am decked up in a designer dress... A dress that cost a bomb, And I see a woman at the crossing in tatters, trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity, And I immediately roll up my window. It dies a little. When at Christmas, I buy expensive gifts for my children. On return, I see half clad children with empty stomach and hungry eyes selling Santa caps at the red light. I try to save my conscience by buying some. Yet, it dies a little. When my sick maid sends her daughter to work, making her bunk school. I know I should tell her to go back. But, I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes. And I tell myself that it's just for a couple of days. It dies a little. When I give my son the freedom to come home late from a party. And yet, when my daughter asks, I tell her it is not safe. I raise my voice when she questions "why?" It dies a little. When I hear about a rape or a murder of a child, I feel sad. Yet, a little thankful that it's not my child. I can not look at myself in the mirror. It dies a little. When people fight over caste creed and religion. I feel hurt and helpless. I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs. I blame the corrupt politicians. Absolving myself of all responsibilities. It dies a little. When my city is choked. Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden Cities. I take my car to work daily. Not taking the metro...not trying car pool. One car won't make a difference, I think. It dies a little. So when in the dark of the night I visit my conscience And find it still breathing. I am surprised for, with my own hands... Daily, bit by bit, I bury it. Written by one anonymous n felt by many...