3rd march 1989.......... in the week hours of the morn...a small baby was born...to a surprise to his parents .......days passed this baby grew up among lots of loved ones....reached his teens...little boy in mature of love and care....spoilt.....birth.....well....this teen loves oscar wilde.....he loves the maple leaves....he loves to introspct a lot.....and thn one fine day he realised that he is running away from reality....why?....why he is lonely...why he loves to be loved....the guy is confused now...will his dream to be a writer will someday see the light of the day?...thn someone whispers in his ears....boy you are walking now in the rainbow lane and you should not stop communicating
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