thats me..

starting again…..reminds me how i left all..the day back stay in the memory of that age when girls play with barbies n dolls..i was lil different may b the genes tha made me different. i still remember those pink papers with the marks of tears that i shed while reading them,those who left me alone in a world were i use to find me with ques blogging all around me,eventually i started asking myself is this the life i have wid me??? growing with those ques..needed a thrash as i was alwayz the same, can’t share myself..may b scared to be right about whatevr i felt…ohh thats the past..hits me alwayz righteous way it can… Now Iam 22,grown up..people say im changed some say i need to change….some hate me some love me…meanwhile rare are the people who knw me… for me iam the same the one who shed those tears..who had ques bt nevr had that guts to ask…who has thousand complains to make but can\’t..i never use to share myself…nor do I nw… But people say m changed!!! I have grown with all those past embedded in me,all those feelings that left me alone embedded wid,today I am akansha..as the name say khwaaishh… Alot has changed…or i hve learned to move on…thats something again a gift of genes:)… sometime i feel have i forgivn all ma griefs…is that the reason things dnt impact me…grown so insensitive…yeahh alot have changed since i left…