Vishal was an ordinary boy. Extraordinarily ordinary. He was built short with curly hair and a spectacles which gave him the aged look. Geek, was what he actually was! He was good with numbers, humans but, devoid of human feelings. He seemed strange to many people who would meet him first. That’s why he had very few friends. He was not rich nor he had a fortune of any kind. Whatever bequest his family left was taken care of by his kith and kins. He was nine when his parents died, they said it was an accident. He didn’t not believed it though. He always had a strange feeling that he did not belong here, he was never a part of the society in which he was living. He always thought everything was a lie. His parents just couldn’t left him like that to live with his. Vishal lived in the suburb of Delhi the national capital of India. for some people it may be a funny old place with lots of histories but for him it was his life. he had grown up roaming on the very roads. Strolling...
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