Truthfully original

Prelude to my writing
This is not a story this is something which has happened to someone
Someone whom I got to know through word of mouth
Let me pen it down for you all

Present day
Now the narrator is the person who has gone through this

Aryan. Aryan
Ya papa
Aryan, You you are again at this scrub pad ( I pad referred as scrub pad sarcastically by me)
How many times have I told you to read something at least read some newspaper or any biography but no you won’t budge ,everything falls on your deaf ears ,my bickering didn’t set any alarms in his head rather he was up with his trading tactics”look papa I have done something good for you ,I have opened your accounts on social media platforms and have put your pictures here now you can see your friends pictures and can see what’s happening in their lives
Me- acha acha theek hai go and revise for tomorrow’s test.
Me and Aryan are always on loggerheads.

Being an only and a teenager kid he had his psychological and biological reasons to be aggressive,he was now trying to become his own man ,assert his independence and I had my own insecurities.
I had old unresolved wounds which kept on hurting and eventually resurfacing in other areas of my life.An array of painful memories grief of loss deep sense of guilt.
Yes I was scarred bruised broken but still fighting as life is still a gift with the ones whom I hold close to my heart,it’s only that sutures of wounds would open whenever I would laugh to my hearts content .

To be Continued…