Saddest part of a person's life is when he dies. Especially when nobody feels sad he died.

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Gayathri said…
Nope,..someone's death becomes a sorrow only to the people who are still alive..so when there's no one to miss him when he dies,the death doesnt even matter much!
February 14, 2010 at 3:00 PM
Durga Nandan said…
:) that, is the saddest death dear.. :) i am talking from an outsider's view.
February 15, 2010 at 9:38 AM
COMMUNI said…
true... i wish less people have such death
February 16, 2010 at 11:04 PM
Durga Nandan said…
:) welcome aboard! :)
February 17, 2010 at 2:01 PM
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