From my very childhood i did not have the capability to communicate freely with others, i was always very shy, very unwilling to talk with others, why i din't have the courage, i don't know, till today i am like this, lonely, alone, deserted, scared of talking. Maybe the reason behind this kind of character is my woeful childhood, i was an unhappy kid. My parents separated when i was very young, i cannot even remember my father's face clearly, the last time i saw him was when i was eight years old. Then he went back to Texas and was unheard of, i was hardly two years old my parents decided to part ways.
My mother was then a student, when she met my Daddy who was a student of a well known medical college, as years rolled by love blossomed between them and they decided to get married. Their marriage lasted for four years, i was two when my Dad divorced my Mom who was a school teacher, My mom had lost all support from her family for marrying an Anglo-Indian and was in a bad financial condition. Talks were going of thrusting me to the care of my Dad but luckily Mom got a job at a well known school and i went to stay with my Mom in a big city in India. My mom has always provided me with everything i needed ,but what my bringing up lacked was a father's love. I never got to known my father clearly, he came to see me before going abroad, only once did i see him. That was the last meeting i never saw him again through that one metting i drew the conclusion that he was a soft spoken, kind, good looking man. But why he left my mother i did not know. Did he ever felt sad on leaving me, his only daughter? i did not know that either. the only thing i knew was that my mother landed in a lot of trouble beacuse of him. She stuggled a lot in bringing me up, and now i am supposed to be happy but i am not. My father's absence has caused a lot of pain to me, emotionally. I was insulted at school for not having a father, at first i reacted to them through angry outbursts, but later i grew quiet. What otheres said did not matter to me, they kept on taunting me, insulting me, but now it really did not matter to me. I got interested in story books, i beagn writing stories etc. etc. Fisrt i longed for friends whom i can confide in but now i need them no more, beacause i have got my books and they are my real freinds i do a bit of diary writing too, and then there is my mother. But the constant torture in my childhood weakened my character, i lost my confidence. I was lonely, ignored and thats when i lost my interest in meeting new peoples, talking to them . I was always nervous and couldn't make an eye contact with any stranger...... That's how i have become, and now i cannot change, i try but i cannot......
i don't know what people write in a blog. i am doing it for the first time and i am not a very good writer too , i just wrote down what was in my heart.......
My mother was then a student, when she met my Daddy who was a student of a well known medical college, as years rolled by love blossomed between them and they decided to get married. Their marriage lasted for four years, i was two when my Dad divorced my Mom who was a school teacher, My mom had lost all support from her family for marrying an Anglo-Indian and was in a bad financial condition. Talks were going of thrusting me to the care of my Dad but luckily Mom got a job at a well known school and i went to stay with my Mom in a big city in India. My mom has always provided me with everything i needed ,but what my bringing up lacked was a father's love. I never got to known my father clearly, he came to see me before going abroad, only once did i see him. That was the last meeting i never saw him again through that one metting i drew the conclusion that he was a soft spoken, kind, good looking man. But why he left my mother i did not know. Did he ever felt sad on leaving me, his only daughter? i did not know that either. the only thing i knew was that my mother landed in a lot of trouble beacuse of him. She stuggled a lot in bringing me up, and now i am supposed to be happy but i am not. My father's absence has caused a lot of pain to me, emotionally. I was insulted at school for not having a father, at first i reacted to them through angry outbursts, but later i grew quiet. What otheres said did not matter to me, they kept on taunting me, insulting me, but now it really did not matter to me. I got interested in story books, i beagn writing stories etc. etc. Fisrt i longed for friends whom i can confide in but now i need them no more, beacause i have got my books and they are my real freinds i do a bit of diary writing too, and then there is my mother. But the constant torture in my childhood weakened my character, i lost my confidence. I was lonely, ignored and thats when i lost my interest in meeting new peoples, talking to them . I was always nervous and couldn't make an eye contact with any stranger...... That's how i have become, and now i cannot change, i try but i cannot......
i don't know what people write in a blog. i am doing it for the first time and i am not a very good writer too , i just wrote down what was in my heart.......
