I'm living a life of Bug... Following the same track everyday... Always wished to go off track and observe things closely which I’m only able to see from distance... but this bug life doesn't allow me that... I'm always in a hurry... Hurry to work, to eat, to chat with friends, to earn, to live and in a hurry to get OLD... and when I’ll get old what will I’ll be left with? The money with which I don’t want to buy anything, the memories which I wish I could have created by going off track, the name of the girl who could have been with me if I wud have tried... I still remember the days of my childhood when I use to walk along with river to find the starting point of river, or the mountain where the sun sets... but I don’t remember the first time I got pocket money.... So why money is so important... why can’t we live without it?
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