On one hand, I have the dilemma of reacting to Raj Thackeray, and, on the other, of dealing with the Profashionals (P). Its been four years since I am on this land of the great Maratha whom I call home. With no intentions of going bac I have decided to give my everything to this place which gave me the most beautiful and ugliest days of my life. And I am just 21 still.
Dear P, even after four years of sincere and honest friendship, I dont know where I faltered as you still dont consider me a part of you. Everyday and every moment I have to fight to prove my connection to you and every single moment of the fight I m reminded of my non-inclusion in the group.
I am hurt beyond repair and left with no choice. I am a Mumbaikar and more than that a part of you but somehow you dont realise that and hurt me time and again. Now, I can feel how it feels to be in the no man’s land.
After four years, I still belong to nowhere. I hope those who are not with us anymore atleast felt that I was a part of their lives. Coz I owe my life to all of you no matter what you feel about me.
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