I am a unique human being in this world. There may be seven billion people but I am still one-of-a-kind. My fingerprints are different, my iris, my gait, my dance moves, my winning personality. All these make me special and singular. God, I feel good about myself. And no one can take that away from me. Not that man staring at me. What's your problem, sir? What's your problem? Don't you know I'm special and unique? How dare you stare at me in that contemptuous manner. How dare you.