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the one who poured love on me, way too more than I

the one who poured love on me, way too more than I was destined for. (Caption) To Amma, I tell you, I'm not crying now. Not anymore. Those days, when we, en famille used to sit on the steps and look at our old photos, I'd ask you to show me mine. And, you'd be reluctant; you either reverted curtly or ignored it. When neighbours said that Blunny had your smile and Buji your hair, I used to stand in front of the mirror for one long hour, to make out 'you in me'. When our relatives stared at me annoyingly, especially when I wished to trade smiles, I would come running to you, with moist eyes. Your fake concern (I used to put it that way), killed every living cell in me, then. When Appa always forced a smile after sighting me, I'd yearn for him to open his arms and take me. But he never did. When Blunny and Buji walked like appa, I never wondered why I was different. I took pride in being unique during the days, but the nights no! I used to let out hushed sobs. I woke up and even touched all of my parts on a few dreaded nights. But, I never wondered why! As I grew, my desolation came out rushing in the form of indignation. Whenever you scampered through the odds to give me a hug, my invisible hands pushed you out of my 'life'. Whenever Blunny or Buji wanted to plant a kiss on my wet cheeks, I let them, but wiped it with rusted forebodings. Appa never ever wanted to show his love, save for the materialistic stuffs. My burning anger, came out like a lonesome kid's snort of laughter.
the one who poured love on me, way too more than I was destined for. (Caption) To Amma, I tell you, I'm not crying now. Not anymore. Those days, when we, en famille used to sit on the steps and look at our old photos, I'd ask you to show me mine. And, you'd be reluctant; you either reverted curtly or ignored it. When neighbours said that Blunny had your smile and Buji your hair, I used to stand in front of the mirror for one long hour, to make out 'you in me'. When our relatives stared at me annoyingly, especially when I wished to trade smiles, I would come running to you, with moist eyes. Your fake concern (I used to put it that way), killed every living cell in me, then. When Appa always forced a smile after sighting me, I'd yearn for him to open his arms and take me. But he never did. When Blunny and Buji walked like appa, I never wondered why I was different. I took pride in being unique during the days, but the nights no! I used to let out hushed sobs. I woke up and even touched all of my parts on a few dreaded nights. But, I never wondered why! As I grew, my desolation came out rushing in the form of indignation. Whenever you scampered through the odds to give me a hug, my invisible hands pushed you out of my 'life'. Whenever Blunny or Buji wanted to plant a kiss on my wet cheeks, I let them, but wiped it with rusted forebodings. Appa never ever wanted to show his love, save for the materialistic stuffs. My burning anger, came out like a lonesome kid's snort of laughter.
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