Prolouge
Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? Life’s ideal, nothing can go wrong. As in, NOTHING!
“Grandpa, push me higher!”
I’m on the swing being the ordinary 7 years old I am. Flying high, being free, soaring through the vivid, blue sky.
“Hold tight, Priya! Don’t fall now!” says my Grandpa.
What do I do? Fall.
There I am on the wood-chipped, sodden ground, crying as if a four year old lost their most beloved snuggie.
It was only a little scab on the knee. No biggie. But, back then; it WAS a BIG deal!
My Grandpa picked me up and started weeping and howling along with me. He knew that would always get me to beam. As I stopped crying and started laughing he said,
“C’mon now, let’s go get some of your favorite cookies-n-cream ice-cream to make your boo-boo feel better! How about it?”
Of course, according to me, ice-cram and Barbie dolls were the greatest obsession a 7 year old could ever have! Now, all that matter is……
1. Sex
2. Popularity
3. Money
Teen years were known as the F a k e years.
And the story begins now…….
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Teardrops Full of Memories
Teen FictionA lot goes on in the lives of Priya Kaur. Romance, betrayal, death. Can she overcome all these fears and be herself without the need of peer pressure? Can she go on normal knowing that she's dying bit by bit everyday? When the day finally comes...sh...
