Aaj ek bahot bojhil din tha, ajeeb, bahot ajeeb, din bhi kabhi bojil hoti hai kya? Tu jab akele mein bhi sochti hai na tab bhi tu koi akal ki baat nhi sochti, Aree tujhse jyada toh jamna pate ki baat kar leti hai, use pta hai ki ek kilo pyaj ka bhav abhi 180 hai, tujhe pta bhi nhi hoga ki ek pyaj kitne kimat ka hai, mujhe baaki ablaaon, sorry, today's women hate it, when called ' abla ' , but for me it was sure that, The poetry from yashodhara poem, Mr. Gupt had penned it well, ' abla naari haaye teri yahi kahani aanchal m hai doodh aur aankhon mein hai paani ' , I m currently sitting beneath a roof, a roof which was being mine wasn't mine, At my initial childhood days, I was thought as an rebellious child, but now I realized, that the claimation made by people about me, was wrong, I was wrong, I had been wrong, my story is wrong, but I m just writing it, I don't know, why I'm writing it, but for sure, one thing I get to know today, was that I'm not rebellious, I was a meek child, and am still continuing being that child,
Not a rebellious, but a hot headed girl, giving my legs over an axe, was one of my favorite stunts which I always do, Rebellions may be hot headed, but hot headed aren't rebellions, Rebel is considered word, the word which has an urgency against their wrongful experiences, although I'm not counting over, if their wrongful may be rightful for someone, but in their perspective it is wrongful and they decided to act in a reverse manner, just to show their dissent towards the behaviour,
I'm a girl, who has got a pair of ears, just to be loaded with criticism, an ear for criticism, I am a devil with ears, they say devil don't have ears, because they donot intend to listen , But in my case, I'm a devil who prolongs to hear accusations and counter charges about me, I m not using , 'against ' here because, the entire universe is already against me, no need to reiterate the fact again and again,
The landscape seemed like a bartender here, switching drinks and mocks between the ending noon and upcoming night, I would trip and fall in this process, whenever I would be given this possibility, I was a dependent, empty pocket girl, seating idly and watching stars, and day dreaming, yes, one thing! My brother was biggest rebel of mine, his every actions were rebellious, according to his perception , I was wrong and unlawful, I don't deserve a ' Shaiv' surname, Because according to him, Shaiv descendents are dutiful, workforce and adamant, and in me, there wasn't a minute quality, which could be spot, I didn't argue with him, he becomes an ultimate hulk whenever someone goes arguing with him, threatening and throwing things and torturing that person to the extremest level, to which the person fell out,
Better, let your ears do their work, listen and discard, no matter how poisoning and bitter than bittergoud his venomous words are, he always curses me and I always let them slipped inside my ears, but now I have been mastered his all tactics of insult, I had even upgradred my own bearing capacity, that now, I have been transformed into a nervy barefaced type girl...
