It's not attractive.

I. The last time a pair of kind eyes hovered over you and looked away was in November and you only had two grey hair.

II. The first thing we utter as children is the thing we end up craving for the most as adults. I think yours was help. Could've been something completely normal like dada or mama. Nobody can confim.

III. When you've been hurt enough for long enough you lose the custody of your grief. You're declared unfit to carry it around. When they come to pick it up and leave it in another's hand, you ball it up in your fist and throw it at them like snowball. You realize you can't even be graceful when melting. You always have to make a scene.

IV. Sunset skies don't distract you anymore and before 'taron bhari raat' has become just a song.You don't say "A conversation is synonymous with universe. You can learn so much about someone." Well, as it turns out you can't. I mean everyone tried, didn't they?

V. You look for religion in the space between the trigger and your finger. You put your ear to the ground and your neighbor hears a sound.

P. S. Remember to change your bad habits before stepping out and quit talking about yourself as third person. It's not attractive.