Wed morning

I just realized that in my thoughts I may have unknowingly trivialized the existence of my parents.

My parents, I know are in India. But to me, half-way across the world, they appear only to be mere mental images. Do I care for them as I did 10 years ago, or even 5 years ago?

Perhaps, I don't .. and I feel horrible about myself.

All that was precious in life once has disappeared. Nothing seems very valuable now. Nothing seems worth holding onto desperately. Not even self-respect.

Who am I? Was I always this way or has my old self disappeared in the wake of life and its experiences? Do I care to know who am I anymore? Or where I belong? Would it matter anyway ........