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It has been a long time since I wrote. Life is feeling a bit squeezed out. I'm exhausted. Things have been going fine. There have been tough times at work. A lot of work, some people problems, and just overall bummer. But the sun came up, the sun came down - things went forward, things got done. It's Diwali today and I'm not feeling happy at all. In fact, I'm feeling a strange, familiar, age-old heavy sadness. I don't think it's a happy new year. In fact, I don't think it's a New Year at all. It's some inheritance of loss that I am carrying forward and this next year will be the same. And the year after that. And the year after that. I went to Pune the other day. It was a trip that reinforced a few things - that nothing really changes. Life really is a haze. You see shadows of people, things, memories that you think are concrete and sharp and here. But no - their outlines are illusions, their existences are illusions, and they all pass. No one stays