* Me peacefully singing and listening boy with luv of BTS *
Me : Yeah you're making me a boy w luv oh ma maaye ~~~~ oh ma maaye
Mom shouting from kitchen: Oyee Tu apne mama ko kyu yaad kr rhi hai uss ne abhi tak paani puri ke paise vapas nhi diye muje aur tu unhe yaad kr rhi hai
*Few hours later*
Me: Tsamina mina, eh eh waka waka, eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa~~~
Mom : pta nhi pura din konsi bhasha ke gaane sunti rehti hai thode hindustani gaane gaao toh kuch tumhare akal me guse
*2000 years later*
Me: Hey What Is Up...? What Is Up...?
Kya Bolte Sablog...? Emiway Bantai Maloom Hai Na ~~~~
Mom : Sharma jii ki beti maalum hai naa, kitne achhe marks laati hai naa
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ITI : Indian teenagers in real life
Short Story"hate"-used to it "Liking"-wait u like me? That's new "Do's and don'ts" -every fucking time "Restrictions"- the thing that's regular "Stupid rituals"-taking our country down "older and younger"- too much difference "Grow up" "no you're so small...
