Still, I am writing this. I don’t know why. Why am I telling about myself? I do not have an answer to this question. Actually, I do not have answers to many questions. Yet, I want to tell something. I believe that everyone has a story, but it is never his or her story. The story belongs to every character from that story. I might be writing my story from my perspective. Nevertheless, this story also belongs to Jadoo, Aftab, My mother, father, Kedar and Nidhi... even Martin also. https://www.wattpad.com/story/151879723
