It never matters, literally never!!
but what??
can you guess?? okay think!!!
thinking,
thinking,
thinking,
thinking,
thinking..
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Okay stop this is time consuming ✋...
Let me share my personal experience since my childhood till today before I posted this...
okay so get ready...
this is gonna be boring..!!! 😊
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When I was kid, I was small 😄.
Unlike you all, I was very much mature and sensible.... eating soil, chalk, and pot's.. 😋
Trust me, it's really very tasty..
JUST IMAGINE MY LEVEL OF MATURITY!!!!

Okay leave! we will talk about this in the comment section... 😅
I m investing here my time so lemme continue...

So, when you were kid, what's the best comment you received from whomsoever??
May be something like, "you are very cute or smart or pretty".... right?
I believe 50% - 60% people agree with me!!!

Now how many of you got comments like -
"Abe ae panoti idhar pe kya aa gaya hai?"
"shakal dekha hai kya apna?"
"abe ae dhille idhar aa"
"Batle chal raaste se hatt"
"totle jakar bolna sikhkar aa pehle"
"Rai Tel ki dukan"
"Baap ki capacity hai kya kharidke dene ki?"
"Heroine aa gyi"
"made in china"

There are many more but I don't have that courage to type here so better leave!!!
I got these comments from non another but my own friends and family members.
I'll explain everything in short and with the reason behind these comments....
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So, I born on this blue planet so-called "Earth" on 1st December 2003. And just in 6 months... 4 people died.. My Grandfather, My elder sister, My uncle... by disease and my elder brother... what happened to him I really don't know... Nobody told me anything about him.. But he's also no more. Since that time most of my othet family members and relatives considered me unlucky for this family. They never treat me good. Where I go I carry sadness and scent of negativity on my shoulders. My presence erase the happiness of that particular moment.

Note - Thinking of others about me. Once or many a times I also felt the same but leave moving to the next one. 😅

I live in Mumbai with my family on a rent house. But I m basically from Bihar. and it's the mentality or belief of bihar's citizens.. that applying mustard oil in Hindi Rai tel on hair will give you smooth, silky and black hair. If someone from bihar is reading this then I m sure they know this. So when I was kid my mom used to apply mustard oil on my hair - Which is literally very Oily.. 😅.. because of which people used to call me "Rai tel ki dukan".
This was very childish trolling I faced. Sometimes I laugh on this coz I cried so many times on this thing when I was kid.
c'mon I was kid at that time.. my thinking was not like,
DON'T GIVE A DAMN TO THESE PEOPLE!!!

-Moving to the next one.

Again when I was kid, 😄
I was small, literally too small...