The Taste Of Loneliness
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Staying aloof from the rest of the world is not something preferred by most people. But it greatly affects one's persona, sharpening his wit and increasing prowess. Can years of loneliness really enhance one's grey matter?
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I wrote this very very short story when I was really smaaaalll. Okay maybe not that little. It was written by my three years younger self. I had lost it. And today, I just came across it while going through an old folder and I was delighted. So thought of sharing it here.
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