*My POV*

I am a girl and I'm brought up in a strict home.

Strict parents.

This is India.

And I am a 'small town girl'.

So things are never easy.

If your parents are well educated and strict, you are screwed up.

And if they are professors, believe me, you don't want that life.

You don't have a choice.

They decide your future. Typical brown parents *eye roll*

You can't win an argument. -_-

You can't choose what you wanna study or what you wanna become.

I donno if others face the same problems. But I face worse things.

And yeah, life is a race.

But strict parents create sneaky kids.

I am one. The most reckless, rebellious and a sensitive person at the same time.

I faced both physical and mental abuse from childhood. Molested. From some sick relatives and from the guys I fell in love with too.. Wow!

If children don't find love in the family, they search for love outside. From strangers in the outside world. And sometimes they mistake sympathy, lust, attraction or whatever the positive shit people give you to be love. And that's the mistake I've made.

I fell for the wrong guys.

And the wrongs guys never care about you or your bloody feelings after they make sure that you have completely fallen for them.

They make you feel like shit after a while. And sometimes you are stuck up and too scared to leave him because you think you'll never find someone to find you.

You'll realize it one day, that no one can love you better than yourself. But you'll realize it too late and the damage is already done.

Your heart is in pieces and you spend your time picking up those pieces for yourself.

And you make sure you are not ready for any heart shit anymore.

But one thing keeps you alive.

Books!

Yes books!

They suck your soul.

They make you happy.

They gives your mind and heart the best orgasms.

They break you but they'll mend you.

They show you what true love it.

They show you what pain is.

They show you what death us.

They show you what life is.

They keep you very much alive.

I love reading books. I've read loads of books since my childhood.

But books and I were on a break for a while. Like, from the time I started my high school and got busy striving for grades, like when I got into relationships. But now and then I got back to my first love- books.

And when I finally got fed up with the shit life has been giving me for years- worst relations and epic breakups, and when I finally graduated from the University, I got back with my first love, Harry Potter.

Yes. I was and am and will be a Potterhead

I am a Gryffindor.

A proud Gryffindor.

I am brave, reckless, adventurous rebellious and loyal too. I am not exaggerating. I've done loads of things they told me not to do, for fun and to make myself happy. Some were dumb shit too. Well actually most of them were.

I read many books. But nothing will replace Harry Potter.

JKR taught me a hell lot of things and I will ever be greatful to her.

I love everything about the books. Everything.

Like I said, I love the nights and I am a stargazer since my childhood.

I talk to the sky, to the stars, to the wind, to the trees, to everything. It makes me feel happy and sad too.

And being in the Harry Potter fandom, and read and re read, watched and re watched the books and movies for 'I lost the count' times and with all these tumblr and fandom posts to break my heart more everytime, all I do is think about "what if" scenarios.

I cry my heart out every time about a death post or a what if post..

To me Harry Potter is real.

And to every pure heart, Harry Potter is real. It shapes us into better people. I dare anyone to argue on that.

It's real. And that's when it happened.

The Impossible...