It seems like just yesterday I entered this hostel. But reality proves me wrong. The year that commenced is now about to end.Once I was a new student to these classrooms, these corridors, these stairs, the eating halls and the most of all, our dorms. The day of my admission till today has been a long, but fast journey. Time ticked away and I didn't even realize. The thoughts that came to me on the first day, make me wonder how I managed to survive till date. Leaving my parents for the first time in my life, staying in a building with people of only the feminine gender, with the food of a weekly tasteless boring routine and devoid of electrical gadgets. I laugh about all these thoughts, but maybe I am actually proud I made it through. I have no regrets and no complaints excepting the people.
They say when you enter the real world, you'll understand why your sweet home is actually so sweet. The people here have been a tiny trailer of hell. From the teachers to the wardens to the staff and to the friends. So difficult to understand but so easy to pretend.
The number of my friends here have failed to elevate my number of fights. I've been hurt, I've been insulted, I've been mistaken and I've made mistakes, I've been misunderstood and I've even been cruelly criticized. I cried and sometimes gave up and other times I gave in. But I learned to move on in life.
No matter how bad life has been with me out here, the little percent of my good luck overpowered my sadness. This year was a memorable one for me even with its flaws. For teaching me how to be independent in life. For making me a stronger person. For making me meet such varied personalities. For giving me my best buddy back. For letting me pass in my test of patience with flying colors. Studies will always be studies.That will always be in the syllabus of all my tests of life. But the feelings, the experiences, the moments and the memories, the people and the environment from my new syllabus as they are ever-so-changing. A new test every day.
The number of my friends here have failed to elevate my number of fights. I've been hurt, I've been insulted, I've been mistaken and I've made mistakes, I've been misunderstood and I've even been cruelly criticized. I cried and sometimes gave up and other times I gave in. But I learned to move on in life.
No matter how bad life has been with me out here, the little percent of my good luck overpowered my sadness. This year was a memorable one for me even with its flaws. For teaching me how to be independent in life. For making me a stronger person. For making me meet such varied personalities. For giving me my best buddy back. For letting me pass in my test of patience with flying colors. Studies will always be studies.That will always be in the syllabus of all my tests of life. But the feelings, the experiences, the moments and the memories, the people and the environment from my new syllabus as they are ever-so-changing. A new test every day.
Days kept on passing, the pages in the calendar kept on
reducing, the year is becoming old and my 15th year on Earth is
nearing to an end. One college year is near to over, but another is yet to
commence.
Slowly, my wings of independence and freedom are spreading.
I’m becoming a big girl, emerging from experiences and incidents.
Life’s not easy, nor is it too difficult. But, I have learnt
one thing in my life. People come and go, no matter how tight you hold on to
them. Only a few stay with you forever. And only their words spoken and the
memories shared are left with you. It hurts to leave something, especially when
you know it’s the only thing you love. But the truth always hurts. Moving on is
the only solution… 
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