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Story time guest ! Its my story very brief, shabby much unwanted, but I really think you could bear five of your precious minutes to take the trouble to read this. Would you stay by my side? Everyday countless people come to me, people thirsty, exhausted, aimless, no-mad, so many people, I could not afford to ignore them, they use me insolently, I pour water incessantly. Water, water of soil give them life, and refresh them to live further. My heart pounds, I am so grateful to you all, you made me proud, help me to believe I am useful. Everyday I listen to your stories, full of events; some are about hope, desires, joy and some of pain, loss, inheritance. I wish I could colour them , I wish I could colour your trouble, I wish one day at list one day you use me and I can pour the colour of your dream to the life. Yesterday it was holi , you came to me with the joy painted in your hands. I witnessed the colour of your dream flowing with my water, I felt complete, and fulfil...