At the risk of sounding like an existentialist, why are we here?
Why are we even going about the same old things -- looking for a job, a man to love, a few moments away from everything and then suddenly, this realisation creeps in -- we still don't know why we are here.
About Me
- Moturam's Ahalya
- Committed to chronicling the life and times of Moturam. Slight exaggerations should be expected. Especially regarding how loyal and affectionate Motu is towards me.
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Because history repeats itself. Or something like that. It doesn't even make any sense to me. Pch.
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