The rootless person called Nomad walked upto a real estate agent and asked for a flat that can be bought. The efficient and famous broker took Nomad to as many houses as could be seen.
Nomad walked into each of these houses and felt many things. Peace was not one of them. The rooms were too closed, or too empty or too big. The right equation never was achieved. Just like Nomad's relationships. Houses never reciprocated feelings harbored-a bit like unrequited love.
Houses never budged despite the persistence. World looked bleak. And then three things gave light for flight. Tequila, salt and lemon.
Nomad walked into each of these houses and felt many things. Peace was not one of them. The rooms were too closed, or too empty or too big. The right equation never was achieved. Just like Nomad's relationships. Houses never reciprocated feelings harbored-a bit like unrequited love.
Houses never budged despite the persistence. World looked bleak. And then three things gave light for flight. Tequila, salt and lemon.
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