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Dear Dad,

I don't remember your face. At all. I only have 1 photograph with all 4 of us in it. We are not much of a family anymore. R is in Madras, G in Santa Clara and me here. We do not get along with each other. Well, atleast I don't get along with either of them. So I think it is safe to say that the problem is with me. In fact, I don't get along with a lot of humanity. I don't know, it just seems like I am at cross purposes with the whole wide world.

Anyway, I keep meaning to chronicle this properly.

I miss M. I don't remember you. I don't get along with R and G. That's about the gist of this thing. Pathetic.

MM.