"Why doesn't she ever mix up with anyone in the class?"
"She's a psycho. Don't bother. She's been the same from the past two years and I guess she'll be the same in the coming year and the rest of her life."
Tamannah overheard every single word. She knew those two and in fact, the entire class and the college professors too had the same opinion for her. She hardly reacted , yet deep down, inside her heart she felt worse.
She was depressed. Her heart was wounded. She had lost in love. But then, the one who loves truly always becomes the ultimate joke.
She was in pain. She had lost faith in people, in God, in love. She was dying every moment from within. But he was happy. He was in bliss. He was in his best phase of life. Had he known and realized the extent to which Tamannah loved him, he would have been one of the luckiest people of this Universe to experience true love.
People called her mad, psycho, ill and unwell. No one tried to look into her eyes or feel her pain. No one ever made her cry even once just to help her release all her bottled-up emotions. All they did is ignored her, joked about her and said, "Oh she, avoid her. She's a psycho."
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