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I am sitting here in my hostel room, and it is quiet. So quiet that I can hear the whirl of the fan blades turning above and somewhere far away I can hear people talking. Not too many people. Not too many talk to me either. So I sit here and enjoy the quiet of the room. Have you ever felt it so quiet that you can hear the rustle of your own clothes as you shift around. It's that quiet.

That quiet on a lot of other fronts too. I just wanted to check my mail, to find out how many of my so blessed friends had dropped me a line or called. Why do I keep expecting or wanting it so much? I don't know. Seeing that they never drop me a line either. Or seeing that I don't have a lot of friends too...