Autumn had played its cruel trick again.
It sapped all the water from the leaf and
left the poor leaf at the mercy of the wind.
On one October evening,
mild winds separated the leaf from its branch
and then the leaf began its last journey to the dusty roads of Juhu.
Swayed by the winds it finally found its place on the pavements
along with thousands of other leaves.
Each having a story worth being told and heard.
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