Why do some people seem to be so confident on the outside, and yet are so insecure on the inside?
Why does good influence come from good people... Or is it just me who chooses to believe only the good and not the bad?
Why do some useless people talk of themselves as if they are the best thing that happened to planet earth?
Why do some have it so easy?
Why is someone so nice to you when they have no reason to be?
Why is someone so nice to you and all you want is for them to back off?
Why is there such a level of pseudo-ism that if seems to me that real role models are no longer a reality?
Why is it that you thought of some people as friends and they were really acquaintances and nothing more?
Why is it that you were really nasty to some people and yet they turn out to be better friends than most others?
Why is food in Bombay so much better, or is it only because of the company around?
Why is it that the katta seemed to me to be the scariest place in kem in ug... But eventually it turned out to be the one place which has good memories? And there will probably be a déjà vu soon.
Why is it that the library can seem to be so uncomfortable at times, while at others it is your safest hideout?
When will I find nirvana... Or would that be the end of me?
Each question... A story in itself... On another day, another platform.
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