Standing in such a place, where neither increases nor turns back!

Proud! There are ways of life that are so deceptive that the same road seems parallel and that the parallel paths are pretending to be the same. Wish you had known this cacophony of life before making any assumptions about the mysterious young man? You are the only pearl-bound young pearl in the lizard that no one has ever touched. Shayed will be the only person to know that you hate yourself, and that hate has been tied to anchor for nine years on the banks of the river, whose strength of chains is increasing day by day.

You stand in front of the mirror at ten in the morning, ready to go to the office, and seeing your reflection leaves you with contempt for your name's glory. A four-and-a-half-foot-tall, slender, white anemic body, flat chest like a carom board, short hair, And two pale eyes staring at a curvy face. You have been convinced that some of these years may not even make you proud to be Miss Pride from Miss Pride.

Almost everyone - and especially the girls in the process of going in - are so engrossed in their love for themselves, and one finds someone to dip in with. But even if you can't be proud of yourself, you know that no one else can ever love you. But you always have to be careful not to advertise it. And get out by decorating yourself as much as possible. Adjustable paddings give your flat limbs a smooth curve. With high heel sandals, you try unsuccessfully to fit the heel. Heals your white anemic cheeks. And by wearing a synthetic smile, you hide in the blackness of the goggles, leaving your eyes wide open.

After getting off the bus, your government office is a short distance from the highway crossing the Lucky Hotel. You try unsuccessfully to bring in 'navel-vision' wear as flexible as possible. But as you pass by, a word uttered by a bunch of young collegians is like a javelin picking up your attention.

Just as you get to your office, there is a gigantic young man who crosses you on a parallel sidewalk, like a tall 'wrestler'. Cuffney - You see the enormous envy emerging from the pajamas, the black goggles draped over dark dark faces, and the careless jealousy of the handsome elephant-like elephant-like elephant, proud of the young woman's wife or girlfriend.

Sulkkadi, spice on the way to the twenty-one spit, spit on the road, proud of the plastics placidia 'Heroes' you hate. But every morning and evening, on the way to and from the office, crossing over and coming in the eyes and arms of a distraught young man, a boom of camaraderie erupts between you.

But you know exactly what your beauty limits are. And you no longer have the courage to endure their ridicule. So take it daily only in the mind's eye and take it daily to the realm of dreams.

Wish the glory! If you believe so! So maybe this would not have been written! But even a gigantic young man like you ...

... The small thick body and the short gland of the dark are constantly afflicting the young Vishal. And so you have never seen him dressed in fine clothes to this day. As you go, the flicker of black goggles fills you with sad eyes. And every time you cross the crossing parallel paths, the aroma of lightning from his mind spreads throughout his body, and it is pleasing to him, "Who will love this delicate silver toy? Or who will be the wife of the lucky one? ''

But if the ridicule that comes from you is often ridiculed, it cannot be tolerated. The rest is just as lonely as you. And so it takes you daily to the sky of the eyes, taking you to the dreamland and getting the satisfaction of wetness!

Wish the glory! What if you also knew about those wet 'dreams' of Vishal? So perhaps the parallel paths of life would have been the paved roads becoming the same path for both of you.

But between the two ends of this 'if' and 'so', the name of a life hanging like a circus rope is fate. True or not

(Title sensation: Anil Chawda)