Untied Shoelace
Hey guys wassup?? how u doin' ?? yeah are a bit surprised i know. Hey who said that 'Is he writing again??'.
wait wait wait please don't do this, its now making me feel shy.. hahaha..
yeah you are right i have got writing talent which i think should be shared with you guys. Hmm so here some a sweet and naughty but a really amusing story which i hope you will enjoy. Please don't misunderstand that its my story, no i am not interested in writing funny stuffs like boring autobiography...and wow if i do then ma parents will probably throw me out of ma home, and i don't even have a life insurance policy.
Talking about the content. i have been writing this stuff keeping teenagers in mind. So you won't be feeling like ''what the hell will anyone gimme a dictionary for a second.. no man you won't even need it once i promise its just that simple to understand and yeah if u have a good imagination then i would be helping you like a magic.
Nothing in the story is real .. so please don't think too much okay...so now we are cool..
i hate this intro part .....i cant express how eager i am to write and share this stuff with you guys..hell yeah now we will find some answers to some question which we were searching when we were in our teenage(A PERIOD OF LIFE SPAN WHEN PEOPLE THINK THAT THEY ARE WAY MORE SUPERIOR THAN THE REST OF SPECIE TO WHICH THEY BELONG TOO.).
The story is all about a boy who belongs to a middle class family. I met this guys on a railway station and thought that nobody can be more weird than this guy. He was observing everybody and was smiling and nodding his head. Then next day i again found that boy on the same platform and he was still doing the same thing which i think he might be doing for ages. But this time he looked at me and gave me a look that was not even that cool too share. Days passed we saw each other daily. One day i thought what the hell man i need to introduce myself to him. I said 'Hey!! I'm aksh what's your name???' He said "Suraj". And that's it our conversation came to an end. This was the shortest conversation i've ever had in my life with someone. As days passed by we met each other daily and it became a daily routine. When ever i passed him a smile he passed me with a look which expressed that he's not even interested in talking or even looking at me. Sometimes i thought that he might be thinking that i was a sharp shooter sent from Underworld to chase him down and sometimes i looked down to my pant's zipper to check if it is zipped or the secret is revealed, you know what i mean. As time passed he accepted me as his friend on his mindbook and not on the giant social networking site called 'MUKH PUSTAK' i mean Facebook....hey don't laugh i know its really a poor one.
This story is delivered from him by me. His stress, Frustration, Feelings towards opposite sex and many more. Please read this from where it starts or else you will never get this.
So are we ready????
The story is all about a boy who belongs to a middle class family. I met this guys on a railway station and thought that nobody can be more weird than this guy. He was observing everybody and was smiling and nodding his head. Then next day i again found that boy on the same platform and he was still doing the same thing which i think he might be doing for ages. But this time he looked at me and gave me a look that was not even that cool too share. Days passed we saw each other daily. One day i thought what the hell man i need to introduce myself to him. I said 'Hey!! I'm aksh what's your name???' He said "Suraj". And that's it our conversation came to an end. This was the shortest conversation i've ever had in my life with someone. As days passed by we met each other daily and it became a daily routine. When ever i passed him a smile he passed me with a look which expressed that he's not even interested in talking or even looking at me. Sometimes i thought that he might be thinking that i was a sharp shooter sent from Underworld to chase him down and sometimes i looked down to my pant's zipper to check if it is zipped or the secret is revealed, you know what i mean. As time passed he accepted me as his friend on his mindbook and not on the giant social networking site called 'MUKH PUSTAK' i mean Facebook....hey don't laugh i know its really a poor one.
This story is delivered from him by me. His stress, Frustration, Feelings towards opposite sex and many more. Please read this from where it starts or else you will never get this.
So are we ready????
On your marks, get set, Booooooooooooooom
3 comments:
WOW
i actually liked dis 1
amazing..
lot of questions in mah mind
waiting for your blog to start
hmmmm ...hope you'll find the answers to it
i hope the same..
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