You must be wondering that I might be talking about the love shared by our boyfriends and girlfriends, but m not, rather its about the love shared among our paternal and maternal relatives. All my life, my parents have believed in giving things without much expectations of any returns and unfortunately inherit that from them ( rather i would have loved if i had inherited my mother's beauty and my dad's brains ) . For us, it was always just giving and never getting back. Wise people say that just keep doing the good work, you will reap its fruit at the right time. Even organic fruits don't take as much as time as these to reap as the fruits of hard work do. It makes it very hard for me to believe the wise saying. For instance today, we celebrate our bengali new year and its like the best day because we get new clothes to wear and everything is novel. Me, my sister and mu cousin wanted to go out today but we were declined by our elders and we were almost done with dealing with. And news comes that my cousin is about go out without us with her parents ( when they had already rejected going out :( ) . It was so hurting because whenever we go out we take our cousin with us. I guess its not nice being miss good-two-shoes always. I've decided to be the bad girl from today ...hehehehe
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