Arundhati (Felix) Chauhan

Well, to be honest, I really don’t know who I am. This is all I know about myself: My parents found me abandoned on the steps of a temple when I was a mere baby, wrapped in white sheets which were still stained from my mother’s blood. I was crying my lungs out and my father, the cliche good Samaritan found me before the cold hands of death could and gave me shelter along with his wife, who was childless and they raised me together. However, in the middle of this all my mother had another child, a son, and she was overjoyed because it was a son she had always wanted, and she stopped giving me the love and attention I craved for. My father tried to be there for me and comfort me and tried his best but then since he worked in a mill one day he succumbed in a tragic accident and I was left alone to wallow in self pity because my mother suddenly gained a lot of money and she moved to Hollywood Hills with my younger brother and began to live in this huge mansion with this amazing fountain and this stiff faced butler and I was left with nothing but memories. Now my brain has been deranged after these tragic events and so I roam the streets of New York, attacking random tourists on Times Square and stealing hot dogs from hot dog stands, only to pay them back by putting stolen burgers from the nearest McDonald’s I can find.

Well, my acquaintances will tell you I am a compulsive liar, but do not believe them. They are just planing a ruse to lure you in and then trap you in their web of lies. Seriously.

I am seventeen, and eagerly waiting for my 18th birthday. Just so that I can brag about it to others. Sort of like “Yay! Look at me bitches, I am 18 till I die!” Er…no.

I also write whatever random shit only a handful on here appreciate. But hell no I don’t care about the notes I just wanna keep writing but if you guys have read my blog and like/hate it, do leave a word about it.

来てくれてありがとう.

That means “Thank you for coming!” for those of you who do not know how to use Google.