In the early morning quiet, with an aching body and befuddled mind, I get out of bed. Groping around, taking care of early morning matters, still half asleep and scarcely aware of anything – tears well up; how can I go on? Even if I were too weak to move a muscle – that too would be incomparable life – that’s the ‘how’. While getting dressed, the day is not waiting, there is no preparing for something.
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