One Monday morning ..
February 23, 2011
He was born.
He could have done anything, gone anywhere.. there was literally nothing beyond him. Others have gone on to lead lives of exquisite adventure, fame, success, riches … he too dreamt of doing the same.
I woke up and he died.
Did I feel bad for him? No. Why not? Well, I didn’t have the time. I had to rush to work, see, else I could have forgotten about that promotion.
And they all die in the end anyway.
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