Although everything is dated but I'd like to explicitly put down in words that I started writing this story on the 19th of August, 2020. The reason I began writing is, it has been a while since I have felt unwanted and lonely, not the kind where you stay alone, the kind where you are surrounded by people you know. This is a different kind of hell where you see right through everyone like a ghosts wondering on earth, the one who is turning oblivious to reality. For the past few days now, I have been trying to reconnect with people in order to fill this void that feel, but all I got to know is that I was holding on to a shackle which has long been free from the other side. Those individuals did not go, they left! They asked me for time and so I waited, I waited for them to come back with a smile on their face. I wanted them to foster but what followed left me a little heartbroken. It's funny how a stand-up comedian can make you smile(not laugh), but "your own" people cannot. I believed in the concept of love and emotions(ofcourse she had a name!), but there is a certain way some events unfolded and here I am today, a misogynist(somewhat!). I do not know if it makes any sense at all, but I love my sibling(a girl), yet I call myself a misogynist. I am a hypocrite and you may read about some events where you might not agree with my perspective, but I would request you to keep an open mind - I'm not sure I did that - and just read on. Take my word, if I would have been in the right frame of mind, I would not have started writing at all!
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The (un)Interesting Story
Non-FictionThe story is basically a part of my life, either directly related to me or to someone I know. It can also be some event that a known or I went through and has thus had a lasting impact on me. I guess it is a deep when someone else goes through somet...
