Say A for =Aurangabad (YOU)(fictional)(imaginary)

 YOU(Imaginary/Fictional)

**Note :-only one person needs to read this. If you know me . If we have so many things in common in real life . Then only read it . Otherwise please don’t proceed it’s not about you . It’s pretty boring and imaginary . 

You (Imaginary)

YES YOU ,, 

When you delve deep into the sea of emotions that I m in you would realise 

ITS 

ABOUT

YOU .

.you see I m going through a range of emotions .and the depth of sadness cannot be expressed in words . 

I just wanna say can we go back to the times like when we were laughing on A for Aurangabad .

The question of how it turned so drastically has been bothering me just too much.

You see screen no. 9600 is what makes me happy. .

 How luckless I can be wrt you , it baffles me so much so that I feel so sorry for my own self . 

You see when I talk or write about you I talk in third person. 

We were getting along so well I fail to understand each day what happened suddenly. Then I realise my 0 luck with regard to you since always. So I was mistaken when I thought “finally I m able to communicate with you and luck is with me” . I was mistaken. Luck has always betrayed me when it comes to you and I had forgotten t that .

and your playlist is my only friend now . I cry sometime over all this  , I smile sometime for the tiniest conversation I had with you .never to take it for granted .

And  how do I set this blog so that only you see this. I don’t know the privacy setting in this blog

You see I can go on and on and it will never end . You know why ?

Because It’s about you . And when something is about you it can go on and on. . .

You see everyday I ask my luck as to why I could never meet you/know you earlier . We would have been friends .

Perhaps again the luck will label me as undeserving or luckless .

And ya I m clueless about my situation. I don’t know what is ? Or what was ? Or what will be . Etc. it’s that I m just an empty shell now . I don’t know anything about anything now .I go to office . I come back . I think about you. And It keeps repeating itself. In between I cry a lot . Just at my situation and helplessness.

I say to people that we have to take control of situation and there is always a way. I believe it also. But with regard to this I just feel sad for myself . Because there is no way. .I don’t even think you would read this. For I m a nobody to you .  

And I thank “my luck wrt you” for crushing me into tiniest of pieces like always . 

And Yes it’s about you

The same way ABC Mid is about you

The same way tiny icons/doodles is about you

The same way many thing is about you.

And the same way that was about you

The same way this is about you

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(Imaginary writing)