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Rajveer Singh Rathod(the rhowl)

Drama


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Rajveer Singh Rathod(the rhowl)

Drama


Being An Odd Man Out

Being An Odd Man Out

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Those springy days were carrying an innovative breeze, where I could smell some company of people being with me. But lately I found my generation addicted to unreal world and loosing some interest on their reality check. Also displaying the evaluation of their hormonal changes and giving their weekends in clubbing and hangoves. Where sticking your mouths to the most unknown people was an achievement.


      But honestly I am a kind of boring person according to my generation. As I am an old school person, my friends often call me a grandpa trapped in a tennager's body. Where my friends were spending their time with their latest and brand new dates, I was just lying on my couch and listening to my mom's love stories. trust me she is great story teller. She expressed so perfectly about her crushes and relationships during her young days. Where how introvert love was in her times. Secretly meeting on roof tops, school canteens, gardens, and on tea stalls single small stool. and here my generation is obsessed with physical satisfaction and the newly trendy concept of use, throw, grab someone new and repeat.


But I m found of the conversation with eyes, romantic walks and movie dates where our emotions will be like sweet as caramel and sour like salty popcorn. its not like I didn't tried to fit in this trend, I did some awesome attempts forced by my freinds. so, they took me to club once and just handed over an unknown girl with a drink free. so before I could even say a word she grabs and hugs me, I says what number I am for you. I was kind of lost in the search of answers and I could not really make out what she meant? meanwhile my friend came to and asked "aur bhai yeah achi hai ya dusri laon?"I kid you not I felt like unsure customer in a shop choosing his item.


        Well I really can't follow that policy, that's why I'm single and most odd man out person amongst all the teenagers today. i guess I will just be happily single all my life as real connected love has lost somewhere. But that Monday morning I felt some connection with that person and we really matched well. But I was not able to accept, as there was a huge fight of my heart and emotions. This person was just perfect, we spent time together, our fights used make our room the victim of lonely silene. but our beer bottle used to act as an ice breaker and where our eyes used to give goosebumps to our emotions. But they say, that any relationship in start is always perfect, but. . . . we were more than perfect. so I asked , "wanna go out tonight maybe we can spend some time if you are cool?" reply was"hmmmm . . . . . . Let's go!"


So we headed to a house party where I was sober as fuck, but my date tonight was drunk and cutely honest by heart to me. so music got kind of louder for us. so I head on the roof with my diary under the moonlight. But those winds were giving me so much of company by flipping my pages over and over. stars acted as the perfect talking guide lines for my poem. But I guess this person was a little jealous of my company so I was hugged and kissed on my back by my Mr. date.


The way we expressed the surrounding with love finally my date holder my hand and asked. . . whether I could be that one's Mr. Right. but I just stood and left, though it was the love I was getting according to my dream. but they say, your first love is very sensitive. where you will get kind of outdated and the start of jealousy and possessive.


              But my kind of love failed, as it led me to Mr perfect instead of Mrs perfect. And again I was the most avoided and odd man out person. And I again failed to fit in this generation.


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