I find all my old friends on Facebook, getting back to the community with great vigor (myself included) as we all approach our forties, which marked old age in the times of yore, and I am reminded of Virginia Wolf who said "One of the signs of passing youth is birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them". I remember, when we knew each other long time ago, death was a possibility which was not even looked at as a possibility. There were two people in the college, that I knew personally well and lost to freak accidents, and that was the closest to death that I had ever been, one of them having his last words, before loosing sense of all words around. But still, death seemed to be a far fetched idea, it was something that can happen to people, yes, people, not to me. Never could I comprehend the fear when we would engage into acts endangering life, Ah, so sure we were of life, then. We would get angry with people and will not step forwa
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