This is not only my complete life but everyone’s.It’s just reality of my own and others.
My mom told me when I was born.Hall echoed with my babyish noise.Curling and spreading my legs that someone could give something to eat.Moving my round beady eyes and looking everything so keenly and curiously.Oh! I was baby.I still remember I used to play on roads and in gardens.Stubborn as mule.Crying and favouring for my wishes and fulfilled them by my parents in blink of an eye.Not aware of vice and virtual.Innocence was evident from my face as I used to smile,play and giggle.Oh! I was a kid.
Now, I tease everyone,flirting with guys,others emotions and gossips.Tittering and straying on roads in scorching sun light or at night.Bunking school and lying to my parents and to my heart.Playing with books as they are my friends.Forgot the good and made friend an evil and joined wicked league.Now,I walk myself and head any where I like without the guidance and permission of elders as I say,”I’m grown up,don’t teach me.I know whats better.Try to follow me.Parties,heaven what a lovely series of life.I’m gullible and people deceive me although I know that he/she is just passing time, but I don’t understand that I’m betrayed.Still trust everyone who walks into my life.Oh!I’m teenager.
I hope I will find a supporter.I’ll be cascade into tragic moments completely.Tension of my life will increase.I will understand the ups and downs of the life.That time,I will be fully aware about the world.I would look back at my past and memories,keep them ever green and cry that why didn’t I learnt from my mistakes and now facing.Oh! that will be my middle age.
Totally weak and flimsy,dependent.No peace,no comfort and will try to hide myself in youngsters to get relief.Breath will become so hard to take.When I’ll try to solve kid’s problems and will be involved in there matters so they will feel that I’m fly in ointment.Just sitting in corners as alive trash.I will know the cost and real meaning of life.I will be wishing to be born again so I can have every groovy moments to enjoy.I’ll be waiting for my death.Like hay gradually I’ll cease away.Oh!I will be old.Now, teenager and I have to get through two more scenes.



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