Voice Of Empathy

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The towering cranes reached out to the sky as if they were either offering their benedictions to an unseen God or trying to desperately snatch at something not belonging to them. An agglomeration of asymmetric noises competed for the attention of whoever was wont to pass by the vicinity. Whirring, Roaring, Moaning, Whistling, Howling and Rumbling, the wheels and motors of capitalism were alive, well and thriving.

The spotless road to the right of which these gargantuan machines were relentlessly at work was called Pioneer Road. As spotless as the blue sky above, one could see one’s reflection on the exquisitely tarred and leveled piece of track.  A Doosan excavator was paving a small patch of road at the cul-de-sac.

Venky wiping rivulets of sweat streaming down his face, thought, “there is every kind of sound assailing my ear except one of empathy.”

Welcome to a New World Order.

(Word Count: 149)

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