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I screamed as soon as I was born
I walked when I was 8 months old
I ate guavas and custard apples right from the tree
I have slept on trees
I have driven an imaginary bus
I have been topper in class
I have come down the slide-a-board a million times
I won my 1st ever prize for rabbit race in Kindergarten
I have had stitches on my knees
I did not shed a tear when I fell
I have cried for losing a pencil
I have forgotten my lunch box a hundred times
I played my first ever cricket match with the leather ball in my fourth grade
I won my 1st ever medal in my sixth grade
I represented my school in Interschool sports
I have forgotten to get my report card signed when I flunked in exams
I have knelt outside my classroom
I have played football with a tennis ball
I played for my village football team when I was fourteen
I missed to score centum in tenth grade mathematics
I did not have a clue of what my favorite subject was
I have flunked in all my subjects
I have bunked school
I tried to run away from home
I have seen miracle happen when twelfth grade results were out
I landed in a college which was too bad for my liking
I was stripped in the name of ragging
I realized how much my football coach trusts me
I have captained the college football team
I have lifted a football shield
I have not attended college for 2 months
I had to prove my lecturer that I was from the same class
I wrote only my name and returned a blank paper for an exam to show my dissent
I have been suspended from college hostel for a week for no reason
I had a fan following
I rejected 14 relationship proposals
I have spoken over the phone for 9 hours on the trout
I was elected as our department association president
I was awarded the best sports man of the year
I have captained the state team
I got a gold ring and bracelet for Mom and Dad with my first salary
I have picked up calls for a living
I have worked 48 hours on the trout
I have led a project team
I have switched jobs
I have spent 20 hours to prepare excel report which was thrown into the dump
I have worked on May Day
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… Now, can someone tell me how to live life!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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