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Family & Chosen Family

Addressing to my Dear Diary!!

This is about the my family and my chosen family. I just discovered the talent of a writer and a poet in myself. The reason would be disclosed later on to you. Well I just started doing what actually makes me happy. May be this might be the step towards the change. Trying to sideline the negativity of the life and not living a materialistic life any more. When good things don't approach me when time I need them, I just make myself happy with the small little things. After all the happiness is what really matters!!
The real happiness comes in when who you love and who love you are always there. Family & Friends. I never imagined of writing, but yes there has to be some reason, (good or bad), to initiate anything. So the history dates back to somewhere in early 2014, that made me discover a writer. Months down the line I even tried my hand on poetry and yes people really appreciated the effort. I became a freelancer poet & a writer for myself. Ironically not getting paid. #LOL. Well among the first readers of my pages were of course my near & dear ones. Mom-Dad, Bhai, my brothers from other mother (Anil & Gaurav) and last but not the least my best friend, Jyoti Sehrawat, my bestie.
Mom-Dad & Bhai please stay happy always. I will make you cherish one day but if I am unable to do so then just smile and be proud that I grew up the way you wanted to. "Never did Wrong", you can proudly say that to the world out there. Thanks for nurturing me that way. And also thank you for giving me such a sweet brother. I remember how badly we used to fight when we were kids. But now cannot live without each other. What else should I write!! Don't have words...
#Anil & #Gaurav, you both have been like my brothers to me. I don't know when the bonding became so strong and the understanding so deep. Though I don't speak a lot but yes when I am with you, my crazy part comes out automatically. That's the spirit. It is really great to find friends with same mental disorders. Haha. Though I know that we don't meet that often but our hearts still beat for each other. Yes we are #brothers. Never ending #Love. I don't have much to say but you both promise me that we 3 will remain like that only throughout. No matter what!! You are my chosen #family.
Jyo, I have made you read my pages, but there is more of the unread part. And I bet the day you read that you will have tears in your eyes. Your guidance comes in handy when I am in trouble. You have been a true friend for me in GURGAON. The journey would not have been easy. The word, "thanks" would not be sufficient. Many more years to come. We will grow old together. You are no less than a family to me. I am really sorry for the tears that have been in your eyes because of me. Promise we will remain the #bestfriends.

Pushkin Channan

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  1. all the very very best my dear friend so proud of you..and you dont have to say sorry ever :) wish to read more stuff post it asap

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