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I felt immensely bad when I had to say No to a friend yesterday. He wanted my phone number and I didn’t give it. He became my friend through blogging. I love his blog posts and he hates mine. He is a supporter of BJP and I am an avowed opponent of BJP. He unfriended me from Facebook once and then befriended me again. I know that he is as good as I am. As passionate as I am about a whole lot of things. He loves life. He loves. Just like me. I love too.

Love has no borders. Love knows no caste, no religion, not even gender. It is only those people who want to rule over others that bring restrictions in love.

My love has no borders. So religious people hate me. My cat has no idea of religion, thank god. And he doesn’t need words either.

Words. I hate them. I love them. I love them in writing. I don’t want to talk. I can’t. I hate it when I have to talk to people except my students. That’s why, dear friend, I had to say No to you yesterday. I know you are genuine. I know you are as genuine as I am, at least. I have listened to your flute rendition online. I have watched how you change your hairstyle. I know how much you love life. I love life too. But …

I never talk on phone to anyone. You are welcome to check my call log. There are only incoming calls from advertisers whom I have blocked but your Modi has unblocked. I’m sorry I can’t talk. I hate talking. Let me be. Let me sleep. I’m waiting for the final sleep.


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  1. wingsDecember 10, 2018 at 7:17 PM

    Love has no borders. True sir. Your points are valid. Privacy should be respected.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 11, 2018 at 1:11 PM

      It may not be so much about privacy as about ineptitude. I find it impossible to keep conversation going beyond hi.

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