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During one of his umpteen journeys , the Person came across the triad .
It all began when the Person came to the Talkers. All the talkers knew and did , as was expected of them was talk , talk and talk. Never to blame! All they were required to do was talk on a subject they were supposed to know..Still many of them
slipped on the subject , some had a great fall like Humpty Dumpty at times..In course of time, they started talking about other subjects ! things they didnt know or werent aware of..Subjects and materials they could never fathom..
the triumvirate thought they controlled...THOUGHT...
the whore was dumb, ugly one was ugly as expected and SHREWD , and the Fat Lady sang!!
She "sang" thru out the day,tried to make the others sing too..
Subtle at first, the crescendo rose to a pitch the Talkers couldnt bear...
(to be contd..)
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