Who would’ve thought the weekend would’ve brought with it a tragedy. Two occasions within the span of a month. Today I heard the news that a classmate of mine has passed away. He went up north on a rafting trip. He never came back. I didn’t really know Ishan much. We spoke couple times. I don’t know what it means. Perhaps it is because I didn’t know him that I felt nothing. Maybe it’s because he is not my friend that I feel no sorrow, no matter how hard I try. Or just maybe, I’m so entrenched in myself that I became apathetic to others. Whatever is the case, just like that, he is gone. Forever.
I want to say R.I.P., but what good does it do.
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