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During his short stint as a medical representative, young Mrinal once found himself at a lonely, boulders-strewn spot in Jhansi’s Hindi belt, shouting in Bengali, “I am an exile here!” Back in the hotel room he stripped himself and stood before the mirror, babbled to the image, broke into sobs. [x]

During his short stint as a medical representative, young Mrinal once found himself at a lonely, boulders-strewn spot in Jhansi’s Hindi belt, shouting in Bengali, “I am an exile here!” Back in the hotel room he stripped himself and stood before the mirror, babbled to the image, broke into sobs. [x]

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Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via wordsnquotes)