uncle pantu

Little do I know of this extinct creature. But with the help of hear say tales, I am trying to write about this extinct creature.

It is said that his name was pantu and his age at the time of death was something in between 40-45. He has no children.

His birth date is not clear. And it is to be assumed that he was born somewhere between the year 1974-1979. Born in a small town and in a poor family, he soon realized the need for money.

After his uncle's death, his cousin brothers went out to new places in search of income. He soon realized it as a chance to become rich and went on to unknown places.

He worked under his cousin who was a shopkeeper and ate food at another cousin's house. He used to sleep in his shop with his shopkeeper cousin.

It is said that he found a best friend in a neighboring shopkeeper's assistant. Later whose sister he married.

So finally pantu is dead💀⚰. Its said that he died at 4 am. He was taken to hospital and upon seeing he is in terribly bad condition they turned him out.

Though I have earlier said that I want him dead💀, now I 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 oh silly me.

I can forsee future bombs. I hope that everything goes well. 😰💀💀💀💀💀✌💀💀✌👌💀💀💀

another day another story*****

Got up late. Got scolded for wearing the rag cardigan. But things got well soon. Studied a little Went for a bath washed clothes and came back. Got a call from lonu talked a bit then ate food: rice, aaloo bhaji, uri sabji. Mommy dear started making rotis. And I went to school.

Got hold of the kids. Question paper was quite easy. Everyone kept asking me answers but I tried to get out of it. Exam was over and I came back home. Ate 3 rotis with sabji yum it was, but I don't feel like eating dinner now.

Am back am taking rest today. Had a nose bleed but didn't tell mommy dear as to avoid oily drama.

Back again daddy dear ate dry rotis. The eye thing is taking over. As per my excoriation and Trichotillomania I plucked several eye lashes

my day your day ☀just another sinous day

Tempted by the potion, I took it. The results are usual thick cover of sleep and wacky hunger. Though am trying hard not to sleep, my body is working in the rebellion, so am writing it now as to make sure I don't sleep without writing, and also to pass time.

Today's huncha's birthday, and I was invited, but I refused.

Tomorrow am having my English exam, hope everything goes well.

Basket work has stopped, don't know when it's going to start back. Hope am able to complete it.

Washed my sweater and it's peace everywhere. Hoping things continue to be fine I take leave goodbye.

Things have changes, news are bad of diseases and ailments have taken the room.

It's said pantu is seriously ill and is in hospital. 20 bottles of water had been taken out of him. He is been spoon feed. I must not say but I hope he dies.

I'm still attached to my bad bitchy attitude and I just want him to die.

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