Well i am here to share my real experience with my mom. It’s completely true and not fake. I will tell the exact incidence what happened and how it ...appened. This is my email id please send ur valuable feedbacks if u like it. Also u can contact me through my email id.Now coming to the story. I was always a good looking boy with 5’11” height. It all happened when i was in 12th class and preparing for competitive exams. I used to go to school and after that to my coaching in the evening. I had. Main pehle bhi yaha aaya hu. Magar tab kaafi chota tha. Magar ab mera dimag alag hi tha. Meri nazar nahati hue aurto par gayi. Jinki saree gili hone ke baad unse chipak gayi thi. Aur unke sharir ke ubhar saaf saaf dikh rahe the.Waha kapde badalne ki koi jagah nahi thi. Aurte aapne aapko chupa ke kapde badal rahi thi. Magar fir bhi unki chuchiya dikh hi ja rahi thi. Sirf main hi nahi kai ladke bhi aurto ko dekh rahe the.Mummy aunty aur unki beti bhi nahane lagi. Aur jaise hi mummy ne pehli dubki. Now came the time to announce the winner. But, instead of announcing the winner, they played my documentary film, which ran for about 30 minutes and when it ended, the whole auditorium was clapping. I could not understand what was happening. Then they announced that the documentary just played, was the winner giving the reason that the person who filmed this documentary did not even bother for his life as was seen in its last scene where he was crossing a torn out wooden bridge and fell down. .. top that.With barely a break for lunch, we took every King's Gate we could. Magically eating the leagues that would have taken days of riding. By sunset, we were nearing the snowline.Gaku, looking extremely uncomfortable riding a horse, closed the gap between us, "Blaster told me you were a Poet. He said you were pretty good. Was he serious? You wrote poetry?" What is so hard to believe?" I had decided to advance the boy's education, training him in the art of warfare and in the art of.