Life is dwindling in front of my eyes. With every news of
elderly people, who were close to my father, breathing their last, I am also
dying bit by bit. They had kept parts of my father alive in their memories -the
shared parts. But slowly the entire generation is being wiped out. I don’t seem
to be able to hold on to anything that keeps me afloat, helps me fight the
sinking feeling. Death, the ultimate
reality, is more real than ever before. Life seems to be more futile than ever
before. What am I doing in this big bad city, when I should be spending time
with people close to me, who matter the world to me, and who are in the
evenings of their lives.
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