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New Delhi, India IN

Procurement Specialist

http://www.siddharthdasgupta.blogspot.com/ I wonder what they think of me, think of the life i bear in this room. Closed door, closed heart, closed soul. What I mean to myself is no more with what I had set out to be. I am a desert, deserted. My days are letters I wrote and forgot to post. My eyes are now in love with salinity. I drink my life to insanity. I am not love, I am not hate. I am all, all that is abstract, amorphous, lacklustre. I have no dreams, no nightmares, no sleep. I chose forever to live this life, where I die a thousand deaths everyday, I die a pauper everyday. There are none who will lend me a shoulder, how then will I die? I am autumn. I am diseased, no penicillin for