LOVE NEVER ENDED.

I am compelled to pick my pencil even to clean bloody toilets of others. I was studying in RSD High School sirsa during the period 1966-1971. I am putting a paint that one colourful another pitched dark. I was having many friends with me. It was a worth reckoning period of my life. There was a friend turned foe whose father was running a cycle showroom. One nice day he started bullying me. Gey is nothing new in this world. I dont know how he found a gey in me. He started the name of one person called Jagdish whose father was a math teacher in our school and I went to his place for tuition as he charged only 50 rupees and it was within my pocket reach. Later on I got to know that this crank was triggered by a student of bhishamberdyal another math teacher. It was horrific and I seriously dont know whether there is any difference between that foe and baghla family. Time never stopped I encountered another friend in Ramesh. I always kept a distance as it a bad taste of now. But this man a bloody tokra of Love went after me just to find my skin. AND HIS BLOODY LOVE NEVER ENDED. Probably colourful is more painful that is why I am taking time to paint that.