Of Absent Mothers & Dead Fathers...

For a major part of my life, my family history has haunted me. Its a sad history…you know, the usual: Abandoned by mum at the age of three, father died when I was ten, brought up by old grandparents.

Its a sad story and I have lived in its shadow for so long. But not any more.

Its funny growing up. Things change. My history was forgotten as soon as I got a job and started fending for myself. Now I am identified by what I do. And all the old things are forgotten.

And its a good thing. Coz now I can confess that being an orphan came with its perks. I mean the sympathy that I used to get when I was younger was just tremendous. And like all manipulative teens, I used it to my advantage several times, be it with teachers or girls!

Seriously, the sob story got me my first two girlfriends!!!

But the story has been retired now. And it seemed fair to bid it adieu formally with this blog!

Goodbye, SAD PAST!!!

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