I wish there is a best way of letting people know the real you but there isn’t.

Once upon  a time, there was a girl who loves to be loved well, who doesn’t. She did everything to make her parents proud. She studied hard. She didn’t go out with friends. She had not dated for the fear of jeopardizing her studies then, came a tragedy in her family. The once proud and full of life girl was gone in a blink. There stood a poker-faced creature pressing her feet flat on the ground trying not to stumble, as she picked up the pieces of her broken dreams.

Oh well, I know that’s too much of a drama. I don’t like that. You don’t like that. So, why don’t you start scrolling my feeds to get a glimpse of what that GIRL  had become.




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