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The Solitary Winner

The chances of ending up as a lonely man had never occurred to him. He did not have any regrets as far as he cared. He was 28 years old, had a steady income, and owned a single bedroom flat; he was definitely better off than most of his counterparts.

It was not that he was passionate about programming, but who is? People work for money; they work to put bread on the table. His passions can wait ……. Life is yet to begin right…..

But right now all he could think is why everybody around him ignored HIM.

He pushed through the crowds. He stood frozen at what he saw.

It was him lying on the ground…..

“It was a terrible thing… and such a young man.”

“It’s such a pity……”

Laments kept echoing.

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