One thing missing in the aftermath of Rohith's tragic death is empathy

Also read: The letter of life to the letter of death

Angry?

I though, did not give up on you. You gave up on me.

I understand your emptiness, I could feel the distance between your body and soul - and you are right, the world can be joyless, devoid of true art, where love hurts, where our beliefs are coloured and where our identity is our calling card. You dismiss all that - as you say you had problems with yourself.

You are right, and you believed that you had all the reason to give up on me.

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