Alright, guys. After many many years I have sat done yet again on my laptop, (here on is in the figurative sense, not the literal sense) just to experiment and explore snd see where all I can go.
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"No! This can't be!" These were the words which were blurted out by the mother of a 12-year old. Losing somebody is painful, but losing someone so close to the heart and soul is a blow, strong enough to shatter a human heart to a million pieces.
The mother which we are talking of is the mother, wife and daughter of a middle-classed torned family. The child comes from the mother's womb, and in the 9 months that the child is with the mother, the fetus does somewhere or the other develop some sort of inbuilt attachment with the mother. Well, this child like all the others had some attachment with her mother, and in the course of his life, he discovered some truths, some lies, some realities, some false claims, some drama, some tragedy, and the soul of a twelve year old, living in the unfortunate squatter had to have some taste of a life, a person in his right mind would never even choose for an enemy.
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This is the start of my random writings, which I think most of know but do not discuss due to the constraints I see around me
