26th October,1998 A cold winter morning. Trees were bare of leaves, I was bare of feelings. Trees shed leaves, I shed tears. Not because I melancholic; neither because I was suicidal. Simply because I lost my cause to exist.
26th October,1998 
A cold winter morning. Trees were bare of leaves, I was bare of feelings.
Trees shed leaves, I shed tears.
Not because I melancholic; neither because I was suicidal.
Simply because I lost my cause to exist.
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What snow reminds me of...

26th October,1998 A cold winter morning. Trees were bare of leaves, I was bare of feelings. Trees shed leaves, I shed tears. Not because I melancholic; neither because I was suicidal. Simply because I lost my cause to exist.

There were two children, approximately of five. Oblivious of the wicked world surrounding them. Lost in the silly game of making a snowman. The memory of those days struck me... In the horrid race of life, we forgot the reason of our existance, to actually live! And for good reason!

Slowly something began to dawn on me; any day could be my last one , any breath could be my final one . And so I surrendered myself to now...

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