Life is so unpredictable; you cannot think about what is going to happen. You can plan or ask for but still, things will go on as they have to. Who proves to be wrong, it is all about time. How would you forget anything so serious and critical? It may be easy for someone but I would say mental trauma is real, and it's not that you are always in the same mood We are sometimes in the best of health, and control but on the other hand, we just feel like a trapped victim, and believe me, being a victim is the worst feeling.

I hate hating people but when people hate, then I have to reciprocate. Do I have to act like a Gandhian or will I have to ask an eye for an eye?




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