Start of My story !!

heyyy lovely people

its a crazy sunday for me...

Im sure you guys r good!!! having fun... well the weather is perfect outside.

well today I just felt really low... thinking about relationships and life.

I use to feel love and like .... when these feelings come everything becomes perfect.

Love means fairy tale a prince, who loves us more than anyone else in this world exclude parents of course.

Some tragic things happened in my life and I feel like I just want to share it with you guys instead of someone close because people love to take advantage of your situation. its better to tell a stranger then your close loved ones sometimes.

Most people be like Who's Luv angel ! doesn't she have a name? Why is she hiding away ? what does luv angel even mean? Funny thing is someone even said my website is not appropriate !!!!

Today ! I want to start sharing my life with you guys. Every bit of things that took place in my life, every incident, every ups and downs highs and lows I went through ! I hope somewhere in my story you guys find a solution for your problems. I don't feel my problems are big as most of the people out there have but now it feel like I can't take these issues no more.

I am going to answer everything honestly with pride, because Im tired of holding things in. I m not the biggest blogger out there, but yeah I have a story I have a life I have the potential to talk about everything without fear.

So are you guys ready ......

lets start from the beginning .............

I came into this world on november 18th 1996 at 6:55pm, In Punjab

My huge super great indian family was so happy, Having fun that finally my parents got one child after 12 years (yeah ! long time )

wait wait ......

introduction to family.....

( my dad's side )

grandfather, grandmother

6 kids

- my dads older brother ( doctor in america) --> wife ---> daughter (older than me) and son (a month younger than me )

-older sister---> husband ----> two sons ( older than me both)

-My dad ---> my mom ---> me and my sister

-middle sister ---> husband --->one daughter ---> one son (both older than me)

-younger sister ---> husband ---> two sons (younger than me )

-one youngest brother ----> wife ----> a son and daughter ( younger than me)

Now moms side

grandmother, grand father

2 kids

-Mom

-Younger brother ---> wife ---> 3 kids ---> a daughter (oldest) -->2 boys (all of them older than me)

Yeap That's my family, well now there are additions of people As we go you ll know.

In india as we know Girls don’t get too much attention and they are considered burdens but in my case I was a asset, a princess basically i would ask my amazing and wonderful dad if i ever need anything and he would get it for me no matter what.

Growing up was great ! too much fun until my sister and my younger cousins got along. yeapppiii twissstttt….

My importance got a little too down shoootttttt….. :(

Slowly, I started school and Everyday I would cry because I always wanted to be with my dad and he would always drop me to the bus station and I use to cry while getting on that school bus...

here's the fun part... My dad would come to see me at lunch time. I use to wait until lunch time just looking at time and the door.

My grandfather would wait at the bus stop to pick me up. He would know the time but still would go there an hour before with umbrella and a towel ,so I don't feel the heat (punjab is pretty hot).

At home, I would be greeted like I came from a war. Later on, I would sit on the stairs outside and pretend like I'm on a bus and Im studying. I was I think okay in Kindergarden.

Until, I went to grade 4 and I failed my exams. After that life took a turn, by that time my sister and my dads younger brother's son (my younger cousin )started going to school. They changed my school, just so I could improve and be with my siblings as well.After that I was getting compared with my cousins in america. I always felt like my dad and the whole family takes orders from my uncle (doctor) rich man. He ruled our house from somewhere far. when ever his call would come everyone would tell us to leave the room and play outside.

My childhood is not clear in my vision but I do remember my feelings. when my uncle and his family came from america. I remember everybody was around them, doing everything to comfort them, make things easy for them.

I remember my older cousins all of them use to team up and make fun of each and every person. They would think they are so cool.

They would make themselves look so important as if they were the kings....

My dad's younger brother was something else... he would drink a lot and shout at my dad. Blame his failures on my dad and would always want to fight. I use to be so scared of him.. that i started to stay away.

No matter what my childhood was so fun and crazy... my house would be full of people, everyday was like a celebration day....

STAY IN TUNE FOR REST OF THE STORY .......................

NO ONE SHOULD BE OFFENDED BECAUSE ITS TRUE LIFE STORY OFF MY LIFE......