dear expectors

i wonder what are you made up of......... n' that's definitely not told for which you can be proud of. never-oh-never you get to realize what you've taken was a bizillion times more than even what you thought of givin'... n' still you run with the score cards. last night i told mom n' asked her actually to make a broadcast which she definitely won't... n' ofcourse why would she. so unfortuantely all of you would die unaware of what i felt n' said last night.... n' the fact is... if i care a descent look in my resume.... just to check my checklist of endurances... thanks to you but no thanks.. i've got all the criterion to hate all of you... but involuntarily.. i've not started to hate you yet.... but rather.. it's strangely pleasant when i think about it... that it's completely my choice to hate you or not... n' incidentally... i can do both of them with equal efficiency.



dear loved ones,

first of all... i must assure all of you that i don't actually know whom i'm referrin' to... although i know you belong to my loved ones set... but i'm not too sure about the subset.... but even when i don't know who you are.... but i know what i feel for you... which will be .. i'd have hated you just fine if at all i didn't love you.... n' at times i become oh-so-sure that i do both of them simultaneously.... although the love for you is still strong.... n' i'm neither proud nor regretful for it.

i guess all of you should learn somethin' from my scissors... do you've any clue how many times i've misplaced it but somehow it always has been inheritted back to me by the hands of time.... or rather it'd be a wrong statement till i say my scissors have always found me back.... n' it's rather pathetic on your part if i'm feelin' my scissors have an edge over all of you.

unshavingly yours,
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