COLOURFUL PORTARY OF ONES EMOTIONS

Lately, things have started to retake pace. The summer holidays are over and I have got things rolling out, contrary to everyone's belief and my own. Well, this was a big chunk of holiday and yeah I have not gone out and travelled, but learned that even by staying back at home I did learn a lot.  I have started with going back to my books, re-reading at times, spending time with family and knowing that it matters every bit of moment does, watching old albums and laughing out loud at my own videos, watching Papa Love Burgers a little bit more, mummy enjoying while I was experimenting in the kitchen, making plans of travel and I repeat only plans, watching the young one proud while I am learning to code and them having a good laugh at me, having movie nights with papa, a shopping spree with Mumma, and WWE with brother ( I am good at it). Also, rediscovering the creative soul, writing poetry, reading books and a lot of them (so proud), finishing anime series day after day, designing m...

She saw what I was going through clearly and he didn't again, there I saw it all how he won't get it ever and she knowingly can't ever do anything. The problem was never that he called that kid to wish her a birthday but that he had not talked to his own child for quite some time because she called him out please talk with respect and character with me and my mother. The problem was not that birthday he wished her but that he had forgotten someone who waited for him so long. The problem was not that he wished her but he ill-treated a guy soon be a man in this world. The problem was not that he wished her but that he forgot about the true smile that a family once had. The problem was not that he wished her but that we lost our hopes. The problem is not that he wished her but that I wanted to live for a while. The problem is not that he wished her but that I lost everything that I once called mine. The problem is never that he wished her but that for once even he didn't c...