u/At-Horizon

Aaj mai school mai betha daydreaming kar rha tha , tabhi mere samne bethi bechn pe se ek ladki ka bag gira , mere pair pe . Wo sorry sorry bolne lagi , maine bag utha ke diya aur ek smile ke sath bola "bag halka rakhne ke liye thank you ." Ladki ne halki smile di ...... TABHI mere dost chillane lage "oooOooOooO falarting ho gi bhoi falarting."

It saddens that many people find it hard to open up about their pain and suffering because they think that their pain is "lame" or "not serious" compared to other people who have suffered far more and worse .

I have been thinking about this lately, and i have gotten few different answers from different people. I would like to hear your opinion.

Is it easier to blame ourselves or to blame someone else?

Hello guys 👋

I'm new to reading, can y'all suggest me what book should I read first to get into reading.

I usually prefer fiction.

Language can be hindi , english or gujarati.

Hey folks.

I am actually not gujarati but have lived some of my best years here in Ahmedabad. This sub came in my feed today and a strange nostalgia flooded me . Just reminiscing the time when I was truly happy.

I left ahmedabad in 2017 , but it's still a big part of me .

I'm a teenager, 17 years old . So this story goes back to when i used to live in outskirts of Delhi. It was around 2017. We used to live in a rented apartment, Everything was normal.

There was this usual looking amiable lady living on the same floor as us . She used to live there with her family of 4 , she , her husband, and her two kids , one son and one daughter .Her son was as old as me or older , her daughter was younger than me.

She didn't seem weird, she was quite sweet talking and friendly with all the people , but i always got some weird vibes from her and her kids too . Her kids lacked a shine in their eyes . They looked sort of anxious more than often. Well tho , they had more friends than me. I was always a loner who didn't step outside, rather watched cartoons in home all day , So i was not at all friendly with them.

One day. The same aunty hosted a b'day party , it was of her son. She invited all his friends and also her daughter's friends , I was not invited because , well , as I said , i was not friends with them. The kids came , and aunty applied "tilak" on their heads. As per what they said ,the tilak smelled quite off. After that , They did party and all , played songs ate and all party stuff . It was getting quite late and none of the kids got out of the room. A girl's dad had come to get her as it was quite late. He knocked more, after sometime , the knocks got louder , more fearful and desperate

He knocked the door, nobody answered, let alone open the door. Me and my dad were watching ipl that night , my dad heard that knocking and uncle's shouts and got out to see what happened, unc told all that to my dad . Then , some more parents had come to get their child , they all got anxious upon hearing nobody was out yet. They called other parents to ask if their kid was home , everybody said no. And now , things were looking quite abnormal. So some uncles broke that door and what I saw inside still haunts me to this day .......

That aunty , the party host , was standing completely naked in the middle of the hall , with A goats severed head in her hand. And blood (likely that goat's) was smothered all over her body, even in her maang(separation of hairs women do )

All kids were asleep , On sofa and/or on the ground. Her son was sitting in the corner and looked absolutely traumatised. I ran away after seeing all that . Then, The women beat that aunty and tied her up , the kids were brought to hospital and police was called, Turns out , some sleeping pills were mixed in the drinks the kids drank . And upon investigation, alot of disturbing things were found from that aunty's house like , Goat head , cat's carcass , nails of those kids (she cut there nails and hairsand put them in a box , with each kids pic on it , circled with blood ) . Allegedly, the tilak was also goat blood or something like that.

My parents left that apartment the next week and we never contacted anyone from that society. Then we left delhi in March 2018 too.

(Some parts of this are dramatized for story)

I'm a teenager as of now , 17 years old at that. So this story goes back to when i used to live in outskirts of Delhi. It was around 2017. We used to live in a rented apartment, Everything was normal.

There was this usual looking amiable lady living on the same floor as us . She used to live there with her family of 4 , she , her husband, and her two kids , one son and one daughter .Her son was as old as me or older , her daughter was younger than me.

She didn't seem weird, she was quite sweet talking and friendly with all the people , but i always got some weird vibes from her and her kids too . Her kids lacked a shine in their eyes . They looked sort of anxious more than often. Well tho , they had more friends than me. I was always a loner who didn't step outside, rather watched cartoons in home all day , So i was not at all friendly with them.

One day. The same aunty hosted a b'day party , it was of her son. She invited all his friends and also her daughter's friends , I was not invited because , well , as I said , i was not friends with them. The kids came , and aunty applied "tilak" on their heads. As per what they said ,the tilak smelled quite off. After that , They did party and all , played songs ate and all party stuff . It was getting quite late and none of the kids got out of the room. A girl's dad had come to get her as it was quite late. He knocked more, after sometime , the knocks got louder , more fearful and desperate

He knocked the door, nobody answered, let alone open the door. Me and my dad were watching ipl that night , my dad heard that knocking and uncle's shouts and got out to see what happened, unc told all that to my dad . Then , some more parents had come to get their child , they all got anxious upon hearing nobody was out yet. They called other parents to ask if their kid was home , everybody said no. And now , things were looking quite abnormal. So some uncles broke that door and what I saw inside still haunts me to this day .......

That aunty , the party host , was standing completely naked in the middle of the hall , with A goats severed head in her hand. And blood (likely that goat's) was smothered all over her body, even in her maang(separation of hairs women do )

All kids were asleep , On sofa and/or on the ground. Her son was sitting in the corner and looked absolutely traumatised. I ran away after seeing all that . Then, The women beat that aunty and tied her up , the kids were brought to hospital and police was called, Turns out , some sleeping pills were mixed in the drinks the kids drank . And upon investigation, alot of disturbing things were found from that aunty's house like , Goat head , cat's carcass , nails of those kids (she cut there nails and hairsand put them in a box , with each kids pic on it , circled with blood ) . Allegedly, the tilak was also goat blood or something like that.

My parents left that apartment the next week and we never contacted anyone from that society. Then we left delhi in March 2018 too.

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