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‘I am a Hindu boy’

I am a boy!

I am so lucky!

It’s a dream come true.

My parents were very happy when I joined school, and my classmates were just as thrilled.

In my first year at college, I became a part of the Hindu student body, but my friends were more excited than I was, as I was the first person they had ever met who was not a Hindu.

When I joined a campus party and had a Hindu girl friend over, I immediately felt more comfortable than the other girls.

I was happy because I was accepted.

But in the same year, I also experienced the pressure to conform to my social expectations.

A few weeks later, my family’s house burned down, and I had to evacuate to a hospital for treatment.

I went home for a few days and cried.

I told my parents that I felt sad, and they encouraged me to go to the temple to be baptized.

I did.

In the temple, I had the blessing of my parents, who told me that I was going to heaven.

When the ceremony was over, they hugged me and said, “We are happy for you.

You are a part-time Hindu boy.”

They told me, “You are going to go back to your own house and live a normal life.”

They wanted to be sure that I didn’t hurt anyone or hurt myself.

That was when I felt like I was leaving.

I decided to keep going and go back home, to my own house, to live a Hindu life.

But when I got back home from school, I found that my parents didn’t know about it.

They said, that my father was a Hindu and my mother was a Muslim.

My father said that he doesn’t have a problem with Hindus and Muslims, and he told them that he will accept me as a Hindu as long as I am happy and a part time Hindu.

I knew that I had no choice but to stay a Hindu in India, because there was no place for me.

But my parents refused to accept me.

I left my home, and it took me six months to get out of that country.

I eventually got out of the country, and went to the United States to live with my family.

But then I realized that I have never felt so alone.

I felt very alone.

But there were so many people who supported me.

My mother, who had lived in America for nearly 20 years, and her sister, who have lived in the US for a couple of decades, were so kind to me.

They told that my sister is a Hindu, and that they love her and they hope she gets to marry a Hindu man.

They didn’t care about what religion I was or where I came from.

They loved me and they wanted me to be happy.

They wanted me back in their country, back in a normal country.

They made me feel like I had been abandoned by my parents.

But I still felt lonely.

And it was the last straw for me that my family stopped supporting me.

One day, I asked my sister if she could come to my house.

She told me no, and then she asked if I could come back to the US.

I asked her if she would like to come with me.

She said, no, but she would take me home.

I don’t know how long I stayed with her, but I felt that it was necessary for me to return to my parents and my home.

My sisters and brothers also wanted to come to visit me.

All the time, I felt lonely, so I started going to my friends and asking them if they wanted to stay and support me.

It was the only thing I could do to keep myself going.

My friends were so supportive and kind.

I really felt like a part part of my community.

It took me four years to go through the transition of being a Hindu to a Muslim woman.

I got married to a woman who was a Christian, and we are now living together.

When my family came to visit, they were happy that I am not a Muslim, but at the same time, they asked me what I am doing now.

They were very worried that I might get converted.

I didn, but then the first time my family visited, I got a letter from my father, telling me that they are very worried about me and are sending me to a Hindu family.

My family’s family was very strict.

I have been told that they don’t want me to marry another Hindu woman, but they can’t stop me from marrying my Christian wife.

My daughter is the only Hindu girl in my family, and she has a lot of respect for me and respects me, so my father sent her to a Christian family.

When she came back from school to her parents, they welcomed her as a member of their family.

I met my father in the temple and asked him to be my father.

He told me it was a dream.

I wanted to become a Hindu like him, but he didn’t want