This is the story of one peculiar Indian boy. He was normal by many standards; he couldn’t chant spells or fly like a hero could, but he sure loved reading about them. This is no fancy fantasy or a well-written mystery. This is just the simple, relatable life of an Indian teen, who happens to be me.

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  Read this as I recollect my earliest and most embarrassing memories of rivalries and my first love.

  I’ve lived a pretty clichéd, predictable life so far. Maybe writing this as I overcome things in my past and present will change who I am.