Being forgotten is one thing i cant live with...but it happens in everyone's life. Well, it affects some of us profoundly while in others, its just another phase of life. Its weird how phone doesnt ring for days when u need it the most. Recently, i had this huge exam which i was so freaked out about and none of my family members actually called and wished. Its normal for some people but its way to weird for me....my family...i recieve call 3 times from dad, mum and both my sisters before exam. One is the night before exam to check whether i sleep on time. Once early morning to check how am i doing and lastly before the exam itself. So, being used to this tradition, it kinda affected me when i din recieve a single call the morning of exam, and waiting for a call before entering the hall is the worse. All it takes was a sms saying Good Luck. Maybe i forgot to tell them but im pretty sure i did...or maybe they just forgot... Getting used to a tradition is so easy, the hurt they put u in when someone breaches it, is very disheartening. Not being superstitious, not being pathetic, not being too attached....Just used to it. However, like how the Afghans say Zendagi migzara. Life goes on.
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