Mein khud ko hi bara ajeeb sa lagta hu,mujhe meri harkato pe hi khud gussa ata hai, bohut kuch bolna chahta hu sabse or deemag hai ke sochta hi reh jata hai, mein shuruwat se hi aisa hu,na acha na bura bas kahi beech me jagah Banti hai meri,school college ki sabki sweet memories hoti hai meri zyada yadein bhi nhi hai,mere dosto ne mjhe apna dost nhi mana,baat shuru karne me hamesha hichkichat hui hai,tabhi me shayad logo se ghul mil nhi pata,aur sab sochte hai kis baat ka ghamand hai mjhe,mjhe to kisi ajnabi se address puchne me bhi dus bar sochna parta hai,meine cool bane ki bhi kosis ki hai bt mjhme vo sab suite hi nhi karta, aaj bhi text me mein ache se baat kr leta hu, bt call nhi hota mjhse,log to jaha jate hai waha yaar Bana lete hai mjhse ek dost nhi bn pata, mere mzk ko bhi sab gussa samjh lete hai,shayad meri tone hi aisi hai,kisi bhi baat ka jawab tb mere deemag me ati hai jab vo baat hi khatam ho jati hai, mein sehem jata hu jab mjhse koi ulta sawal kr de, mjse koi do achi baat krde mein usse attach ho jata hu,vo mjhe istemal kr rahe hote hai aur me samjhta hu vo mjhe chahte hai, mjhe apna gussa bhi zahir karna nhi ata, ander hi ander fatta rehta hu magar bol nhi pata, pr chehre pe ek sikkan bhi nhi ane deta, itni kala to hai ke chere pe ane nhi dunga,
