MY WRITINGS BEGINS

Many things took effect

in my life, all these made me believe in only one thing........”the god”.

You must be wondering

how?

As the answer, these

things can’t be explained and expressed but can only be experienced.

Before telling the story,

i’ll introduce myself.

I’m oruru-chan. No, no, it’s not my real name. It’s

just a pen name.

It’s like i literally took

15 weeks to put this name on. I actually have a beautiful Sanskrit name, but i

guess i’m not that beautiful to carry it.

My pen name may sounds

like Japanese, but it’s not. It completely means golden light derived from

Sanskrit. You can’t find it easily.

Current age is 19 (in

year 2022 to 2023) and i mostly like to write scientific frictions and horror

frictions more than writing autobiography or something and i hate pure romantic

friction......

I guess it seems like i

had to write this as..um...as....er not getting the word!!...... ahh! Whatever

i would like to mention my friends which made a special bonding since i had no

true friends.........*sniffs*.....i am not crying...you are....maybe no, i am!

So my three friends

which i made in my entire life (till age 19 ^-^)

1 st is my little sam

san (again i won’t reveal her name \=-\=)

2 nd is my marvel friend

thor (haha....only she can understand this)

3 rd my other marvel

friend spiderman (*psss* she can’t understand that i’m talking about

her).......

Well..... my story may sound like friction..... but

trust me its true

There are few more

characters whom i can’t give out the name......

For this story...um...

let’s refer my name as matsya (it’s kinda hint to my original name).

So, let’s begin the story.

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This took place when i

was in 9th grade. When my whole class

talks about their grandma n grandpa, i just feel like left out...um...maybe cuz

we don’t talk anymore like we used to do or maybe i hate them. I every time

hide my true feelings in this case just to show my friend how i feel (i mean

fake feel) during their talks. And when i return home, i cry out secretly

without being unseen by my parents and sister. I felt like i’m just left out of

my relatives or maybe i’m that much weird to be consider as one.

I used to talk to wind

(don’t think i’m insane) cuz of lack of friend and of trust issues on humans.

Well talking to such

thing was natural, it’s kinda came out of blue.

How i ended up having

strong belief in “god”?

It’s like when i got hit

by my puberty, my mom was clueless about the tradition of the whole week. She

made the call to everyone whose contact my mom had. And no one said anything.

Even it’s said that such girls get gifts or something- something by their

relatives as blessing or whatever it was. I didn’t, why would i?

My mom barely remembered

some of them and performed it. My papa made the call to one of his junior and

he and his wife (they had a son of my age......my sister’s pilu bhaiya and my

loki) were the one to bring materials even at late nights and making flower

band for hair respectively. And i got my first gift from one of his junior (he

don’t know anything about it) it was half-saree material from..um...ah...i

can’t remember the name.......ha...kanchipuram!

this case..... i don’t

know why, but it made me feel like it was from some kind of super natural power

who did this. And eventually made me remember how many times that power helped

me and protected me.

All these case made me

to believe that : “when there is no one for our help, there he is, protecting

us like a guardian angel.”

And : “vasudhaiv

kutumbakam” {world is my family} i never got any help from my people but i

definitely got from strangers.

[i told you this cuz it

have a connection with the main story...]

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