All that remains is eternal solitude… How the life is changing to be such a monotonous one, amidst the colors and chaos there stand each individual – with his or her celebrated individuality – all alone. I have a family – no two families, a lots of friends, great idols and gorgeous admirers, a band of relatives – all editions, neighbors, teachers, well wishers, and foes too. But there are times like this when I feel there is no one on Earth for me, caring me, loving me, admiring me, following me, watching me, listening me, even hating me.