I have always been a manifester, knowingly or unknowingly.

I have wanted a better education, a better circle, and a better future, but on top of all these, I wanted love, care, and affection. I craved it to the point of realizing that it is simply not going to come to me. So in this regard, my life is a waste.

Even now, I manifest a lot of things, some on a daily basis. Among these, a portion of my wishlist contains something private and personal, while the rest is made up of wishful things.

I go into a maze of amazement, experiencing how some people get what they wish for, and then there is me. In my case, every dream, big or small, is a nonsensical daydream. It is I who label some part of it in this way, and the rest is called for by people surrounding me.