Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

This story is about a teenage boy who was a lonely soul being born in the month of February also known as the month of love .This boy had no belief inside him since his childhood days as neither his parents loved him nor his so called 'friends' .

The boy was carefree during his childhood days quite unaware of this fact or not being able to understand the reason behind all this but as he entered into a new chapter of his life called 'teenage' ,he now was aware of all those things which made him bothered and heartbroken .

His parents never loved him although they looked after him but both had different meanings in the boy's life. He used to spend all his day either by turning the pages of his books or working on his literary skills .

Back in his school he used to love a girl who was quite popular and beautiful which confirmed the fact that the boy could never be with her .He atleast tried once to confess his feelings to her but ended up being a joke among all the students in his school for weeks .

"In this world full of happiness all I need is a fake smile " This was one among the several pieces he scribbled down in the blank pages of the notebooks .

He knew this that although he can fill the blank pages of the notebooks with his pieces but his blank pages of 'life' will be blank forever with no one to help him fill those .

It was the day when he would be blowing candles and making wish for himself while at the same time accepting gifts from 'all-he-knew'.The boy never celebrated his birthday from his heart just felt it a bit of a necessity .

The month of love was here with every single day passing by making him realise as to "why so much unlucky he is ?".He never really found out the actual reason behind all this till now.

He wrote one beautiful piece on the month of February 

    -February is also known as the month of love.But it seems that in this unfair world love is not within the reach of everybody.
L.O.V.E. comes to those people only who are 'permanent' members of it .Very few people are habitual members of it .


The boy is still trying to find love someday.

Till then he finds tranquility and happiness in the pieces of his inkings,he weaves with the help of his 'weak' and 'significant' threads of life called Words .


"You don't need reasons to be happy being happy is itself one !" - PRIYANSHU ABHINEET .