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Mental health

Yesterday I was in a meeting. It was about the suicidal tendency growth not only in India, but also in the whole world.  Truly the subject was attractive. But, the discussion over such a tender subject is not a medical issue only. It is a subject of socio-economic.  It is cold war of man and machine. It is the struggle each person to know and do self talk. It is the extreme point ever found and opined by all religion as the sin. 
Each person is a pious,unique being ever created by the God and nature. To address this evil each person should follow the morals taught by our religious teachers. Each one should find little time for self and think himself or herself as the most powerful being to cross the situation. 
Be happy and contented 
Happy writing 

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