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Family Troubles!!!

Home isn't anymore the safe haven.
First time ever I had the chance of listening to crap at home.
Mom bickered about relatives not responding in kind.
Dad bickered about not expecting anything. Dadi went on defending her brood.
Gosh. I lost my temper and let my tongue do the talking.
First time ever, at home I was introduced to tensions in home.
Mom bickered. Dad did too. Dadi did her acts.
I had always ignored all this but this time I lost my temper.
I did not want to, but something inside me exploded. Probably I am growing up or is it that I understand the circus better now.
I blame people for this. I have no role in this. I claim my innocence.
People hardly care and it's a fact. People are not that nice after all. It is all individualistic.
Even blood relations do not love or like each other a lot. I always had my arms open. Anywayz for them, I will always be the same bhola-bakht kind. If they want to trick me, I will get tricked. If they want to twist me, I will twist myself. I exist for they exist. They matter to me.
They do!!
I hardly don't want to listen to all this crap. Anywayz as I said to Dad.. "I hope it is not a part of growing up."
I would soon be part of this. I had been saving myself from all these turmoils... rather mom-dad had been saving me...
Now I gotta take charge...

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