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A Call

A Call

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Someone close to me once asked how are things going on dear


I began to think whether I should tell him about all my life's wear & tear


Then I heard him laughing & I realized he doesn't care & is just as someone to hear


After that I cleared my throat and said 'nothing to worry, everything is fine & clear'


Few minutes later when I hung up, I again found myself all alone with none to talk of my troubles & fear



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