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Two friends met each other at the city outskirt railway track while committing suicide. The first one who was a retired school headmaster told "I have done nothing for my children ". With that grief I have come for dying. The second one had retired from Indian Administrative Services before some month told in broken voice " my sorrows are different". I have given everything for my children. Yet they are not satisfied with me. Thought this life is meaningless. That's why I am here to commit suicide. The first one was focus engrossed in the second one's story and changed his decision and went back. Just then a far goods train whistle was coming nearby.

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