Teenager

I felt Somewhere Pity for Being a Girl

I felt Somewhere Pity for Being a Girl

I felt Somewhere Pity for  Being a Girl….A cold Saturday evening, he was riding the cycle and I was sitting in that lady style holding the handle tightly with both my hands as we were returning from our coaching center.  I could see my home from my eyes...

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I Made Them Call Me Their Son

I Made Them Call Me Their Son

A cold Saturday evening, he was riding the cycle and I was sitting in that lady style on the rod behind that handle. All drenched in the rain, me and my so called “veera” (brother) were returning back from our coaching. The moment we entered the house, mom got worried...

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