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December 2, 2013

It was a different love….than what he has observed till now in others. It was a love where there was no expression…it was muted and gagged…he knew how suffocating it can be for other person intruding on that person’s space. He was suffering and has suffered because of his morals and ideals and principles and philosophies. He knew that he was losing the battle every moment. But he knew very well that it was a lost battle at the very begininng and yet he took the journey of loss. He was determined to lose but in a respectable manner. This longing for respect was a burden with unimaginable weight. How could he carry this weight on his heart. Whether death could only relieve him from this. Don’t know. He doesn’t know. He will never know.

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