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I had a dream Of my mother putting the little me to bed By telling me some story   And it was a really beautiful moment. I asked her not to leave me and she agreed . And she thought that I was asleep. She promised me that she will visit me again. . And I saw her departing in a rikshaw Through the window  And cried a little which ended up in sleep. . This memory is so vivid and strong  That it is hard to tell if it was a dream or happened in real. All I know for sure is that I was as little as 2-3year old. . I can't even ask to confirm if it was real or not because this little moments mattered to none except me and so nobody would really remember.

Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder . ADHD often begins in childhood and can persist into adulthood. It may contribute to low self-esteem, troubled relationships and difficulty at school or work.

She was from future He still lived in the past She couldn't remind him of their upcoming history And was in dilemma about why didn't he recognise her Yet she left him a thread as a piece of memory He wind it around his wrist and kept it there for years without knowing what it was. . When he reached that stage of future He searched for her and  Was heartbroken to find that she died years ago. Heavy heart took him to the place where Stars aligned in the desired way  Finally their timelines crossed . They saw each other through the mirror Though for a fraction of second  But it cleared all the misunderstandings . Love bloomed for mere seconds before turning everything to dust.

If I die today, I know it would be so easy For my father to put all blames on me And make excuses to everyone Stating all the bad things he could think of Without caring about if I actually had them Just to save himself from the society . Yes still some people will put society above everything,even themselves. . So, sucide ain't an option now.

When I was treated badly by my sibling My father never stopped her Neither did he ask her that Why she says bad things to me . But when I started protesting for being treated wrong And stopped talking to people who treat me wrong Suddenly i became the bad person . If accepting wrong doings to self in considered "being good" Then I don't want to be this good.

For some people, People who agree with them are good, sane and rational While those who don't agree with them are idiots. P.S.: our actions depends on how we are treated.

I was a topper during schooling. Still I was always scared of PTMs  Because no matter if I do 99 right things My father always focused on one bad comment of the teacher. . I experienced negative criticism, Which leads you towards depression. Positive criticism is the one which shows you way towards self improvement, But I never got it. . Being a brilliant student with having negative critics at home and classmates who hate you at school for scoring good...put you in a very bad situation. . I was forced so much to study That even if he saw me having food He scolded me like I failed a maths exam. It lead to me being malnourished. . It never mattered that I was scoring great at every test, He would still tell me that I am going to fail in the upcoming test and lower my confidence beyond limits. . (There is lot more to add...)