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World is unpredictable. It can drive you crazy. Those memories, those dreams, those scenes were incredibly out of this world for me. Or may be the most hilarious one.
I don't know. I can n...
Seriously, I am fond of my birthday. Always, a month before I start to jump carrying all the exhilaration. It is the only day which is yours and the only day when you have right to do anything.
It was the month of March and I was unprecedented by a beautiful fact. In my beautiful bus, he was dashingly dressed.
Ahh! It was his birthday.
I think I was more excited than him. That day, our driver uncle took the opposite route. The last stop became the first and the first top became the last. Automatically, I along with my other companions became the first one to go and I thought that while going I would grant him a warm birthday wish.
Buildings, trees and even the dustbin lying on the road passed. My heartbeat and my obsession reinforced. My stop actually arrived earlier than I expected.
Standing with my backpack I gambled with my own soul so as to early as much courage as I could. Something seized me, maybe my voice or perhaps those obstinate butterflies circling in my stomach flooding showers of nervousness. I really wanted to wish him.
I exited. Without saying a single word. I just don't know what happened to me. That's what this stupid thing is. Stupid but innocent!
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