He is Sham Kavas Mehta. We were class mates from 5th to SSC. He met me after 57 years. Since we were close friends, I recognised him immediately.His wife expired 10 yrs ago, one son in USA and another son having psychological problem and is interred in Banglore. He lives all alone. I felt sorry for my dear friend. When we hear the dukhs of others, we feel ours are quite negligible and trifle . He is being looked after by a maid servant and I had a talk with her too.She was trailing behind him. This is called Loneliness when no one is around you to hear you or care for you.Loneliness is not a luxury but a punishment. My dear friend, it kills from within. .
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