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Friendly Addiction: Unlimited Interactions

  In life, we get all kinds of friends, some close, some closer, some strangers, some travelers. In my experience, at one point in my life, I had more than 500 friends, during my school days back in Carmel Convent School, Hamirpur, Rourkela. My parents would constantly see me getting phone calls, and visitors independent of their demographics.      My father would smile and say, "Jenny, are you an IAS officer?, that you get so many calls in a day?" . I used to laugh in response and say, "Paa, they all want me to solve their problems, and I love the attention".     How did this happen?, it didn't happen when I started school, trust me, I was really shy, hardly talking and surprisingly even my teachers in kindergarten had escalated issues, stating that I don't even show classwork to teachers during the class. I was the youngest, in my father's family and I had a total of 6 elder cousins to look upto, including my elder brother. When I started school...

Imperfect

Imperfect 
I do things
Right when 
Someone 
Raises eyebrows
Chases my shadows
That looks so imperfect


I say words.
Imperfect..
That when heard..
Seems incorrect
Misinterpreting
Which they 
Interlude
How rude
That I meant
Quiet the opposite
Without a dialect
Just thrown towards imperfect

Imperfect
I draw
Lines that don't align
As who listens
And acts like they hear
Anymore
But a door 
Thats shown to me
Is reject
While abstinence
Goes Imperfect






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