I don't really have a name. I never got one. Simple as that. I don't even know if I have parents or not.
Your supposed to have parents to have a name right? Otherwise, what kind of parent doesn't give their child, their own baby, a name?
It's hard not having a name. That's a question people ask you all the time. "What's your name, what's your name?". Whenever they do, I just stare at them and walk away. I hear that some kids never got a name. People were just too rude not to give them one. Parents were rude enough, or they weren't there to give their kid a name.
Fortunately, people had the kindness to give me a name. The Psycho . That's my name.
Names reflect on how people, or your parents, see you as. People see me as a psycho. A mindless girl.
I'm not mindless. I have a mind, a brain. See, if you tap on my head, there are no echoes. Something is in there. I don't have a hollow head. I have a head with a mind, a brain.
-psycho (2015)
🎶🎶Yun tera muskurana, Aur aake chale jaana
Kismat ka hai khul jaana
Tera Deedar Hua, Pehla sa pyar hua
Pehli hi baar hua iss dil ko
Naa toh inqaar hua
Naa hi iqraar hua
Jaane kya yaar hua iss dil ko🎶🎶
Hello Everyone!
This is the fourth Book in Short Story Collection!!!!
With new journey, new characters and new affection!