Something was wrong somewhere.
But what was wrong? I didn't get.
Many people were around me.
But though I was watching,
Empty walls and moving fans on ceilings.
People around were talking, smiling, shouting and laughing.
Continuous like a cricket commentary.
And I was sitting sedimentary.
Alone in this stranger's country.
Thinking about what to write,
On a paper on my left hand side.
Yawning and feeling sleepy but ready to write.
The slumber on my heavy eyes suddenly disappeared.
The noise of students around me suddenly appeared.
And I was aware that my proxy got over.
What I experienced last one hour approximately,
Was the boring stage of my life called 'PROXY'.
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