Confessions Of An Introvert, Ugly And Poor

Yeah you heard it right. I am an introvert, ugly and poor too. In case you are an Indian, you will understamd the pain behinmd this statement that I am about to make- "I am of General catergory too".

Yes, the world has not been kind regarding me. It is not also surprising that after all this, I lost my father at the age of 10. It is almost 10 years now without him with us. But there are two things for which I am grateful to be born, my Mother and my Friends.

They are almost everything that I have. I was a very pampered child right from the beginning, always feeded and looked after. Though it was done only by my mother, who was then a homemaker. I did'nt see my father often as he was proving for the daily regular bread they were having, and the multigrain bread for me on the other hand. Though bwe lived in a joint family, there was always some tension within the others and us. So I was lonely right from the start.

I did'nt have many friends, two or three at most. I used all my time to study, to have health drinks, learning cycling in our backyard and sleeping. I was admitted into a boys school, the best in our city upto class 10. So naturally I am never comfortable for any female conversation, till now. i spent all of my time inside the four walls of the house for the first 10 years of my life.

It was in class 5 that my father had liver cancer and he died within several months. I did'nt undertand at that time what it actually meant for me and my mother, but now it is clear.

At that time, everybody seemed to be beside us for if anything happens to us, but that was just out of sympathies. From that time till now, most of the people were just by our side for the first 10 days after he died.
I am an unlucky person. That's all i have to say about me.