Getting away!

My last day in Ropar and then I am off to Chennai...looking at a new world ahead my mind keeps going back to Morrisn's lyrics......

People Are Strange

People are strange, when you're a stranger

Faces look ugly when you're alone

People seem wicked, when you're unwanted

Streets are uneven, when you're down

When you're strange- faces come out of the rain

When you're strange- no one remembers your name

When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're str-ange

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