I tried writing about the life in jorhat, delhi, henoch schonlein syndrome, well its just that my life is so fucking layered and peppered with so many incidents, which make me cringe thinking back about my stupidity, and things which are so bloody brilliant, if i may say so myself ( talk abt being modest ). So me will talk about my first crush, my first brush with death, my first best friend, the passion of relishing and eating fruits. But its just too disturbing and layered for me to write it all down. So me will now stop that continue random crapping about life in general and shit. Stay tuned cos the next post is gonna be about... ( honestly I have no fucking Idea)
Its morning again, I can hear the darned birds chirping outside, with my eyes still closed I can hear the ticking sound of the wall clock like the irritating sound of the water faucet dripping. The water faucet never drips in my house, because I don't like it dripping, like the way mom's head was dripping blood, and flooded the floor and spoiled the carpet. I like everything neat and clean. My name is Amul. I believe my father was especially fascinated by the utterly butterly delicious girl. Though I have a liking towards her myself I don't like to acknowledge that to anybody. Though not many people have actually found out about this connection. But am aware of this because my father during one of his happy drunken moods told me about this. And those are rare cases. I know for a fact that even if am genetically part of my father, I will never become like him. I study in the 7 th grade. And I like my school. My favorite subject is math. I don't understand why people...
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