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  1. I had told my friend that she would not remember about me as she finished her studies and as she began work, but as life slowed down and her mind was no longer into new things. I bet she does now.

    I did miss someone, but it wasn’t her.

    I guess it is more to do with how low you feel before you just stop yourself and your pride kicks in so much that you start breaking rules again. You just discover yourself again some day and are willing to take risks again.

    I think I was missing myself.

  2. Your post really touches a chord. What you say is so true, and in fact this is the kind of lonely life my novel’s protagonist lives everyday (imagine!). If you are really interested I can send you a free copy. πŸ˜‰

  3. Loneliness is the worst form of pain, and I felt your pain while I was reading this post. Probably, this is why this is such a beautiful piece of writing. I wrote ‘The Agony of Age’ a few days ago, but I feel your post deserves that title more than mine does.
    Wish you get friends who would stay with you for life. All the best. πŸ™‚

    1. @Lumographer: Ah, the agony of age! It’s not really as dramatic as that. And perhaps that’s what’s most painful – realizing how mundane, how inconsequential things are, your world is, you are. So the events get harder and your response gets tinier.

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