"You people don't have any life! You people don't have any feeling! Ahh... even breathing in the same room makes me feel disgusting! You bloody faggot!" These words echoes again in my ears and shivers me to the inside. I close my ears with both hands thinking that this can stop that terrible voice, but failed. It can only stop the sound of outside traffic.And that voice is still echoing in my ears and hurting my heart. Really? I don't have any feelings like everyone? Really? loving someone of the same-sex makes me so disgusting that no one even wants to talk to me? No one can breath in the same room?

ugghhhhhh!!!

Suddenly I heard a car horn That horrible horn made me shiver with fear completely and I come out of my thoughts. Suddenly a car takes break just behind me. The car's front part touches my waist. My heart is running at 20miles per hour. After a few seconds, I take a deep breath and realizes that I am standing in the middle of the road.

"Do you want to die? And if yes, find another car. Give me my way." The man sitting inside the car almost shouts. I bow my head and stand on one side of the road. The car leaves. I at the stars playing hide and seek with the clouds. The night is getting darker, the moon is not there and only stars are visible. Everything is in deep silencet. Even on the road, sometimes some vehicles appear there. I turn back and I find myself in front of the same park where everything was started. At the moment, this park is completely silent and no one is there as it is 1 am. I get inside the park with heavy steps and put the big rectangular gift on the bench which is still packed, it is still not opened. Why would he open this? Why would he be interested in anything related to me? He told me everything, what does he feel for me, what am I to him and why did he do this? I sit on the same bench on which I was sitting that evening too.

That evening-

That evening, I was sitting on this bench alone as my only friend Sakshi was not with me. I was looking at my childhood in those the children's game who were playing there. I still remember
when I was a kid, other children used to tease me that I behaved like a girl and wouldn't let me play with them. I used to be happy just sitting in the corner watching their game. I also wanted to play but they all used to call me crying boy, girlish boy...