Category Archives: #childhood

Silent cry for help – Memories

Ever felt how strong a grip your memories have on you, nobody realises that how fucked up it is to drown in your own thoughts, how helpless you feel…they say bullets ,drugs, alcohol can tear u up but what they

Silent cry for help – Memories

Ever felt how strong a grip your memories have on you, nobody realises that how fucked up it is to drown in your own thoughts, how helpless you feel…they say bullets ,drugs, alcohol can tear u up but what they

Lost childhood

It was 12:30 pm ,raining , I was returning home tired and inervated ,I noticed something I had forgotten in years….Playing…. and by playing I don’t mean video games,or games in computers or mobiles ..I mean the ones we used to

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Lost childhood

It was 12:30 pm ,raining , I was returning home tired and inervated ,I noticed something I had forgotten in years….Playing…. and by playing I don’t mean video games,or games in computers or mobiles ..I mean the ones we used to

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UNNOTICED PAIN ~ memories I need to forget but how am i suppose to do that when everyone beside me makes me realize how excruciated i was!

I looked around, i saw everyone smiling, smile which had come out from the depth of the heart….. And I felt ashamed…a small grin crept in their faces when they were planning a family tour…I gazed at them and one

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UNNOTICED PAIN ~ memories I need to forget but how am i suppose to do that when everyone beside me makes me realize how excruciated i was!

I looked around, i saw everyone smiling, smile which had come out from the depth of the heart….. And I felt ashamed…a small grin crept in their faces when they were planning a family tour…I gazed at them and one

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Tortured childhood

As I look back,I remember things I don’t want to… I remember mom getting torchered day by day..getting beaten up,crying not because of scars but because of pain,spending hours and hours talking to God ,crying silently so that people don’t

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Tortured childhood

As I look back,I remember things I don’t want to… I remember mom getting torchered day by day..getting beaten up,crying not because of scars but because of pain,spending hours and hours talking to God ,crying silently so that people don’t

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