I am the very definition of Hell when I am physically decayed, mentally destroyed and monetarily zeroed. Will I choose to die then? No. Now I am missing neither Hitler nor Mother Teresa nor Steve Jobs in this world. Will the world is going to miss me? Never. It is not the fear of dying. It is not the hope for the better future. I just stay. I breathe in and breathe out as if only the Creation can decide upon the final one. I merely live, wishing and praying for my death every day. God. I have no family. No money. I beg for it. It is tougher for the people to give Rs. 10 to me than to put Rs. 1000 in the holy offering box. That is reasonable, after all, I give nothing to those who help me while the Other one is the everything for them. I am still happy. My life is better than many. I don't have much to worry. Summer, winter...the seasons don't hurt my health much. I merely live, wishing and praying for my death every day. God. I live in this old age home. Now and then peo
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