JUST AN ATTEMPT AT FICTION!!
It was 2:22 in the morning, precisely the time she was born. It took her eighteen years to know that it was an angel number. And just as she had started believing that the supreme had blessed her with the life of an angel intellectually if not materially, everything began to change. The change struck her hard, broke her down, and shattered the intellect that she said she owned. The girl who was once proud of her supremely sorted personality had settled in her soul that she, her mind, and her intellect was the bane of her existence at the precise, rather ungrateful moment of her birth. She never wished for death but the past eight months put her in a position where she started questioning her birth which was in fact a bazillion times worse than wishing for death. Things that she said were her proud possessions were nowhere to be found within her and she knew why. The game of survival that she had been playing and the pretentiously hopeful face that she was try...