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When I opened the third page, I was at my adolescent, obsessed with a perfume and scent. Always in a hurry, with a worry, in a thought of slurry. It was a rapid increase in my weight and height, but I was busy making myself white, get clothes right with dress tight, to see a lovely sight. When I opened the fourth page, I'm now an adult, only a question of insult, I'm now a part of a cult. Now it was really a cage, I'm working hard for wage, It's a tough life stage. I sometimes freeze, But I work all day without any crease. It's a life race, Not only in a case. But sometimes I get praise, in a number of ways, It was one of the craze. Now I have responsibilities too, to correct things which I literally want to do. I'm hanging on a rope, with hope, not to be on the top, but I want to become my family's cop. It's a current scenario,I just want rest, I'm afraid of what's next; - Varsha Kanwar