54th year of my life......I have seen enough, the good & the bad both. But somehow...pain ruled my life through out.
Today, I am languishing in a city full of unfriendly people. I wish I could go back to my home, to my only friend. I am feeling so depressed, rejected, failed.
Does really anybody requires me? I think NOT. People want me only because they want to feel satisfied that they are fulfilling their responsibility by showing concern. But does really anybody understands me?
Why can't I go back to Ma? She was, perhaps, only person who understood me. She also left me when I was too young to deal with harshness of this world.
I found someone, at the fag end of my life, who, I thought, could understand me and I was not wrong. But circumstances forced me to drift away.
Million dollar question is......why this separation?
Am I destined to be abandoned by everyone I love?
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