7 parts Ongoing All of us, and I repeat, all of us, are somewhere that shrunken, average people who don't care about people but let them influence how we live; who don't let people make choices for them, but let their choices influence ours; who don't think negatively, but can't bring ourselves to think positively either.
We just, hate the life that the society offers, but are greedy enough to let it go.
I guess, all of us are waiting for that one person, to come to us, and hold us; to stop us in the path of self-destruction. Sometimes, we don't want to die, we just want one hand to come and warm ours.
Such is this story.
Walking by expectations, building walls strong enough not to let even a smile enter and denying to be troubled although she is drowning deep, the protagonist of this story will take you on a tour to the fictional version of real world.
Sometimes, we don't realise, how deep we have drowned until someone comes and saves us. It is when we breathe fresh air again, that we understand, surviving is not life and living is not surviving.
Hopefully, I don't disappoint you guys in here because I have been too cautious about how this is going to turn out as it is a very fragile project to me.
I am trying not to make this story all about me but also, about you, so I hope hate comments are going to be at bay.
At last, love you all and enjoy.
