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Surprised as all where, my mother shunned me, "Wha

Surprised as all where, my mother shunned me, "What is this Urmi?" Her concealing departure made me sternly look right at her behaviour. "Why, why and why?" Ring ring! My phone had come to my rescue. Just when I diverted my mind to my passion, that touch flushed out all from my body. My reflex stopped working. I couldn't feel myself. I was numb! He touched me again! Life in boredom and stress could not be smooth. The journey is too hectic to phase off from the unexpected. My sixth sense is somewhat God gifted. Who knew perseverance has its own act of kindness! But somewhere, this sixth sense only kickstarted when something agonizing is going to dismantle my architecture. Standing right at the front door, I experienced something which is improper. I tried figuring it out coming to the conclusion someone has not kept the shoes right right at its place. Kudos to OCD! Well, ignoring something with this incurable development is next to impossible. Arranging right where it should be, I returned to my own self. I could hear laughters and sessions of discussion. As I came near to understand an outsider's existence, I was shook from within. The voice wasn't new anymore. I knew it. The flashback from the past sent chills down my spine. In no mood to face the unwanted guest, my mother did notice me walking away. "Here she is!" "Look who is here Urmi"
Surprised as all where, my mother shunned me, "What is this Urmi?" Her concealing departure made me sternly look right at her behaviour. "Why, why and why?" Ring ring! My phone had come to my rescue. Just when I diverted my mind to my passion, that touch flushed out all from my body. My reflex stopped working. I couldn't feel myself. I was numb! He touched me again! Life in boredom and stress could not be smooth. The journey is too hectic to phase off from the unexpected. My sixth sense is somewhat God gifted. Who knew perseverance has its own act of kindness! But somewhere, this sixth sense only kickstarted when something agonizing is going to dismantle my architecture. Standing right at the front door, I experienced something which is improper. I tried figuring it out coming to the conclusion someone has not kept the shoes right right at its place. Kudos to OCD! Well, ignoring something with this incurable development is next to impossible. Arranging right where it should be, I returned to my own self. I could hear laughters and sessions of discussion. As I came near to understand an outsider's existence, I was shook from within. The voice wasn't new anymore. I knew it. The flashback from the past sent chills down my spine. In no mood to face the unwanted guest, my mother did notice me walking away. "Here she is!" "Look who is here Urmi"
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