Shh... How'll I tell something that nobody knows? What's this behaviour, YQWC bro! One, two people will already read this before you. I won't be doing that. I won't be writing. Let's be the cute, mysterious girl. I even struggle to make my lazy cow climb the tree. I just plagiarize the scenarios I see or feel or come to know about.
Last night, I was thinking to start writing for this. I didn't know what people don't know about me. Sleepless nights are already so useless. Scrolling Instagram seemed boring. Started scrolling my Pins. Oh God! My brain got spammed with those infectious memes. My tiredness just vanished. This happens often. Say for, Ma scolded, I'm crying, then saw a meme, laughing my heart out. The cycle continues.
You must be wondering where's the story. When I was younger, Ma told, "What if you keep watching a peacock, get seperated from other friends?" Henceforth, I avoid excursions (I am lazy too but it doesn't count.) Don't get lost. When I narrate, three parts of me tells truth, like water, the origin of life. One part lies, like the YQ's restricted word 'land', where politicians reside. My heart is the earth.
—সম্মোহিনী-The Hypnotizer #poeticclub#wcendgame#tdd_longbutshortstories
