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How soon we go back into living our lives as if nothing happened. Till something - a memory, a whiff of fragrance, the way something has been kept, someone else, a thought, a comment - triggers off a slew of thoughts - and the emotions, like the scream above, rip through.

And once the pain subsides, the guilt digs its claws in....