She is on self-imposed exile.
I watch her taking long walks all alone.
Singing ‘I’m cursed to be alone’.
I tried to be friendly with her but she declined.
She said that she is cursed and everyone she will love or become friendly will die or go away.
First time she cried when her husband died suddenly, then one by one her dear ones died in a procession. Slowly her tears dried. Her eyes were like Dead Sea. Now no one’s death moves her. There are no tears left in her eyes.
She prefers a lonely life .
( This based on the story of someone I know)