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©2016 SOHRAB AMAAN Title - "THE IDIOT ONCE I CALLED "GIRLFRIEND" *Single 🙌* I was happy with my single life but than she happened. Actually I also was happy after meeting her but somehow we ended up and turned our love into the breakup. That breakup was enough to put anyone in depression. But I still remember her and I hope She still remember me because I was not that bad in our relationship season. I still remember the evening when I was at a restaurant having party with my friend and suddenly a girl came and slapped me. I was like WTF , who the hell is she and why she slapped me. And look her guts she was going back after slapping me just like she wins an achievement. I hold her wrist and asked "Why the hell you slapped me ?" "My friend asked me to do that. It was a challenge to slap you in front of all your friends" and she leave after giving me the small explanation of putting me down in front of my and her friend. I was sitting like wha

©2016 SOHRAB AMAAN             Title - "THE FULL MOON NIGHT ❤" One day I'm going through the memories into my cell. Damn! this social network .They keep all your memories as long as you want. As I'm seeing and reading all the memories, my face is showing the different type of graph, graph of happiness , graph of sadness , sometimes excitement. It is like a rainbow's, too deep at one sight and too light at another sight. Suddenly a comment popped up on my status . ❤ Damn! yes ! I still remember her❤ how can anyone forget her? , afterall she was just like a most beautiful butterfly in my garden. I was the cure of her pain that night , I spend a perfect full moon night with her. That time there was no social network, no any other contact support was so famous. It was like a golden old days ❤. I was going home because it's a birthday party and I hv to attend that at any cost. But first I have to buy a gift so I went into the gift shop. I was searching for t

©2016 SOHRAB AMAAN                        Title - SMOKING I was broke, not just because I was a writer. Well, that could be a reason hahaha everyone knows that's how we writers deal with life. My look could give you a instance feeling that I was broke. ummm.. My messy hair, my unbutton shirt, a jacket with lots of dirt deep inside it, a jeans giving you smell. but I wasn't that broke because I had a book contract and no one could tell you that I hv a book contract after seeing me and messy daily routine or my messy room or my messy life.They all looks same at a point of view. I was a cigarette addict too, sometimes I had drugs for sleep. One day I was walking arround the streets smoking cigarettes back to back with messy mind. Got stuck by a girl... "May I know you??" she asked "How do I know? I'm neither a God nor Devil, atleast not yet." I said " Not funny this time, you owe some money from my sister" She said it like a landlord whe