Secrets…secrets make you, actually secrets are the real you, secrets reflect the real you, if ever you wanna know yourself just ask yourself ‘What secrets do I hold?’ and what are they related to? And there you have your real persona before you!

There are people, the clever ones, who anyhow get to know many of your secrets, the tactics they use are impeccable and laudable but still annoying, such ones are the most hated by may not you but me, I hate such people who are clever enough to unfold secrets.

Although there exists a solution and that is to kill the clever ones, not all but at least those who get to know the real ‘You’, who by deceit and wit make yourself reveal your secrets. This is what is dangerous, to hide a secret you need to create another.

Because what actually happens when one or two of my secrets are revealed is that either I want to kill the knower or the habit associated with the secret, although habits are hard to change, habits are your core personality, it’s kinda impossible to change them, therefore the person is liable to be killed… But…

Once however among a large gathering of people my father in law who had got to know one of my secret, revealed it in front of them, I wanted to kill him the next day, though I couldn’t, since I know that killing just him won’t make others forget my secret.

Although they all laughed, but I couldn’t stand the fact of my secret getting revealed.

After a day long debate with myself I came to a conclusion to foremost open people’s skull and take their brains out and damage a small part of it, so that they don’t remember my secrets, and I did as pleased. Some died, some have went insane, some have been paralysed for life…

Although the liquid which came out of their brains was yuck… Eeeww I hate it… Secrets really are Nasty.