What's your problem?
Yaar, the problem is there's not one problem
But there are many of them in my life
Like it's never ending stock, never goes out of stock and also they're fertile so they increase day after day without caring about my hate for them (such shameless they're) anyways
My problem is I'm socially awkward
I don't know how to react on people's lengthy baseless stories.
I don't know how to not look bored when their story bores me
If someone smiles at me and talks kindly
I flow away with their gentleness that I forget everything and then after reaching home I realise my pouch is missing.
There are many more