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Mid-day Interrogation: I have nothing to exclaim!

What do you do when you see an empty can on the street? Do you kick it? Do you try to kick it somewhere precisely? Do you feel happy when it hits that specific area? Do you feel happy when you finish your work on time? When was the last time you brushed for more than 5 minutes? Are you irritated with a friend's habit but can't tell him or her? Do you think the piano is a more soothing instrument than an acoustic guitar? Are you happy with your life? Have you ever tried getting out of office the moment you get in? Do you prefer tea or coffee?


Do you consider coffee to be bad for your health? Do you need a cigarette after lunch? When did you last see a six-year old boy? Do you remember hitting some person when you were a little kid? Can you touch your feet with your hand while standing? Do you like your job? Do you exercise regularly? Is your wallet made of leather? Do you think you should complete your work everyday? Would you get angry if someone throws coffee on your face? Would you really get angry enough to hit him or her?


Do you remember the first word you ever uttered? Can you draw with your feet? Do you like a desktop computer or a laptop? Are you in love? Is chocolate the sweetest thing you've ever eaten? Do you like writing with pencils? Do you prefer food in paper plates or porcelain plates? What was your first assignment in your current office? Do you like wooden chairs? Is your hair tidy at this very instance? Are you scared of fire-crackers?


Can you tell where you'll be in the evening? Can you have a whole cake by yourself? Can you see where I'm going? Did you get irritated while reading this? Did you smile even once while answering to any one of the questions above? Did you even answer any one question? Are you wondering why I'm asking so many questions? Did you notice that the above give three paragraphs had three questions related to life decisions? Can you find them? Will you answer them if you find them? Do you want me to point out those questions to you? Do you really need my help? Do you really need help? Who invented the question mark? Why are you reading further? I've made my point.

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