So this blog has a history past and background. The stage is set in a small city here, called greater noida. A house not too big, just enough to, have people coming in and out of it at their own will. So it is not my house as I thought it to be, my elders are also those people. So I’m lonely, on my own. For most part that’s my life, everything else is just Sir ke log, and how they move in and out.

My goal is to stay alive, and not get hurt here. I do get blacked here by their movement and simple routine chours they carry out without fail. Let’s call them a simple people of my elder’s house.

When things work out fine, and the Sir notion turns out to be a વહેમ, things get straight, and I get ownership just long enough to complete my tasks. Everything else is hazardous.