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The world is such an egocentric place. In the middle of these cluttered streets and serious city- people are donning monotonous office clothes, rushing to meetings, anxious for interviews, memorizing lines for presentations, preparing name cards for conferences, racing to speak up in seminars and discussions. In the center of this busy reality, do you have the slightest idea that I think of you? With every letter I type, every space-bar I click, I think of you. With every digit on the calculator, every Post-It note I stick, I think of you. With every fresh paper that cuts my finger, every document that’s leisurely approaching out of the printer, I think of you. With every lunch box I open, every bottle cap I twist, I think of you. With every file I pile, every title that decorates its bone, I think of you. With every ball pen that has tainted my skin, every marker that has lost its ink, I think of you. With every picture I scan, every book I photocopy, I think of you. With every thumbtack I press, every clip and stapler that binds, I think of you. With every slide I project, every screen I stare, I think of you. With every deadline jot down in red, every cup of fusion tea I sip, I think of you. With every chair that spins, every desk that sleeps, I think you. In the midst of these capitalism and materialism, people are struggling to get to the top, to make ends meet, to feed, to achieve, to satisfy their wants and needs- my ambition is to snuggle in bed, or on a couch, with you, and a blanket, and a breakfast, and a television, and a remote control, but definitely with you.