There were black clouds over a house for some days, it was a tough period for the people and their seniors. No one knew how they would survive. It was as if someone had robbed them of their life, there was water all around but not a single drop to drink.
All stood united, fought hard, struggled hard. It was a revolution in making, Mad people thought maybe after this we would drop the title of Mad. But does that happen? Is time that powerful to change the thinking, to change what has been happening over years. In this struggle we lost some people, good people. The question again comes what is more important money or Mad people.
They were together through all this, they forgot to celebrate their festivals. They all prayed for the best to happen even the atheist, people fasted, went to temple, mosques, gurudwaras just to learn that its not the work of their God. And what happens after a drought a white revolution.
All stood united, fought hard, struggled hard. It was a revolution in making, Mad people thought maybe after this we would drop the title of Mad. But does that happen? Is time that powerful to change the thinking, to change what has been happening over years. In this struggle we lost some people, good people. The question again comes what is more important money or Mad people.
They were together through all this, they forgot to celebrate their festivals. They all prayed for the best to happen even the atheist, people fasted, went to temple, mosques, gurudwaras just to learn that its not the work of their God. And what happens after a drought a white revolution.
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