contd.. So i had finnally managed to paint the town red..bloody red that is..gallons of my O-ve blood flowed out through every punctunctured holes in my skin..like i was the fountain of love everybody gathered around to see how high the blood gushed out... i had denied the smothering love of my countrymen, my parents and my neighbours, wasn't enuf to quench my thirst for questionings..why there are rules regulations, laws and then some and mosstly broken ones in the ONE society i lived in..why most people were blind..why cudn't they hear my screams when i had called them, why did they stop talking when i harmed people the same way they taught me how to..why was i allowed to party to celebrate the death of my frens, why i was to be diffrent from my siblings and why nobody was good enuf to be my suitor.. form the laundry girl, to housekeeping..to janitor to clerk and now failry position clerk i did thinks way beyond what my servants had done for me in my villa..but still it cud not answer ques.. instead of bringing for love my hardwork perished as my frens and family became vainer than before..3 million boys runnning after me to take a look at my smile and i lay hiiden behind my fears that they shall find out who i actually am... had i just asked my papa he wud have brought the world under my feet but love from him was more answers.. to find answer i had to question.when questioned there were experiences experiences led to errrors and errors turned into sins..that even the hell closed door fo rme.. your punsihment in life is to live...so live the heavens growled..