Years later, I could still recall the daunting words people would say to me every other day. Vasu, you aren't presentable, you look like a drug addict, you have no charm, you're an absolute road side romeo, and you're never going to do much in life.
I used to ask god 💠why only me? There are so many children out there who look average and live a good basic life. So, why am I like this? Why all of it is happening with me? Hah, maybe at that time I wasn't mature enough to understand that god had a very strong reason behind it. It's true that some day you'll look back and understand why it all happened the way it did.