Nonu bhaiya is coughing blood, I can’t cry.

She has not met me yet…must be thinking I am not bothered-at some level am really not, how can I not believe it, that shallowness where only things which are a direct pain to my physical being matter and all pain and suffering which ‘others’ suffer just makes me feel that I am ‘better’ & ‘luckier’…

She suffers like millions of others, and I am not going to meet all those millions, am not doing anything for them.

I am not suffering for them.




*I call my sis nonu bhaiya