"The Common Man."


There was this man who people proclaimed to be the pioneer of change. A man who would bring change to the nation, a man who would uproot evil from the nation, a man who claimed to be one among us all, a man who claimed to be just another common man.
We set our expectations high, and waited patiently.
 We waited patiently for the beginning of the end. Little did we realize, that we must never keep our expectations high.
Yes, he was just one among us all. He was just another person who promised change, but failed to deliver his promise.

He came, he saw, he got frightened, he left.

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