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Words are nothing but tidy blots. Dear Mom and Dad,. I know that I screwed up, and I know that you would not be proud of me and for that, I am extremely sorry. I do not know how to cope with the embarrassment, and I want nothing more than to free myself from it. Suicide seems to be the only way out. Dear Mom and Dad,. Mom, it is you that I have disappointed the most. I am extremely ashamed to throw all the love you have sh.

To read my latest, check the recent posts on the right. Most of these stories are based on the characters from Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon. Stories of saris from across India.

The group of droplets were all about happiness. Clouds, they were called as a group. Never letting anyone go out of the loop. Accumulating everything as they move. Nobody found their presence to be frightening. Until they unleashed their thunder and lightening. The most anticipated and dreaded day was within reach. Pitch blackness covered them, without a breach. The group of droplets were finally separated.

And in the few seconds it takes for me to go down this road, the plane has flown past. Was my heart always glass? Or did you turn sand through fire? One side of a paper. Not so much as an ink drop. I wonder if it will. This happened exactly four years ago, when i joined college. NO MOBILE ALLOWED INSIDE CAMPUS! Yes, you read it right! No mobile allowed inside campus.

Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon. A Collection of Tales by Choti. A Prologue, of Sorts. Comments, are by no means required- silent readers are always welcome! But they are greatly appreciated. After all, these stories are for you, and if you are not enjoying them, then my work is pointless. I do hope you will press the like button as a silent method of appreciation, if you cannot find the words to express yourself.