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Do you want to be sensible? Do you want to be called mature? All intellectual and intelligent and smart and good-looking and funny and beautiful and handsome and well read and humorous? I am guessing it to be a yes. But honestly when it comes to me, I dont. I dont want to be something. I rather want something to be me. Let me elaborate. I want to be lazing around my ass all over the house and talk in basic plain words, I want to talk bullshit and scream and laugh like a witch, make the most transparent and open conversations, to let everything come out naturally and be loved for that. You know, to have the real people around me. May they be not more than 2-3. But I give them my full hearted attention. We share our potentials and unite them for brilliance. I dont want anything specifically, everything written above is a hazy imagery of the thought process of my mind. I just saw Highway- A film. Its was a pure work of art. The characters were real and natural and didn't have any aim...

So there was this man. He felt so complete in himself from out. Some knew he wasn't. I was one of them. From outside you could believe for him to be one of the strongest people. But that was a mere shroud. The kind of fun he brought into his and the people around his life was unmatchable. The gangster image protected him from the bad eyes. They believed him to be bad too. But inside, believe me he was the cleanest soul. He was a perfect family man. A dedicated son. A loving brother. He just loved making people around him feel loved. Girls too were crazy about him. But behind that cute smile and no-fuck-given attitude a innocence hid. And I loved exploring it, bringing it out. He belonged to a bold and rowdy family background. A pure Punjabi. Exactly opposite to mine. But he was more of a calm and composed person compartively and I was all the rowdy and bold inside with a very sophisticated ethical family background. He Listened to Bryan Adams and cooked. Baked cakes in unique fl...