Girls who were with me at school are getting married one after the other, and I am like, wtf, you are just 22! Don't you want to try different hairstyles, travel to different countries, dance at a disco, tattoo your arm and go on a holiday with friends??? Don't you want to tell your grand children how you got drunk at a bar and fell off while your friends laughed when you were 22? Oh God how can someone just get married when they are 22???? It's disturbing!
Chapter 1: The
Beginning
I had passed out of school and was planning for taking a degree
in Business Administration. Though I was not much into math, I
thought I could have a good financial situation in the future.
Well nothing went as planned, I took up microbiology instead.
College life was what I was looking forward to. I had taken
admission in a women's college, it was going to be a little
less tragic, because there were no boys to haunt me on the first
day, rag for a dance or a song. I could just walk into my class
and start studying. Again nothing went as I planned. My magic of
making friends quickly did not work even a bit. All my classmates
were fashionable, were great at academics, had studied in famous
schools and spoke like they knew everything about everything. I
was totally lost in the chaos on the first day itself. Then I
found something new about myself, I could stay in the reserved
zone forever. It was a pathetic start, but I was hoping for
something good to happen. And it did. I met my first college
friend, who then became the best of friends I ever had in my
life. She was the one I spoke to first and I was the one she
spoke to first in our class of 60 girls. And I was happy to have
her. Really!! Slowly things were turning around for me because
she helped me through all the problems I faced. She lived in a
hostel and so did I. We lived some miles away. But we frequently
hanged out after classes. I told her all my secrets in coming
months and I was on cloud nine that all I had found one good
person to confide in.
Today, I only remember the day of our first year results. We both
had passed, not with flying colors but we were above average. And
then my world came crashing down. She had got admission in a very
renowned institution for biotechnology and bioinformatics in a
far away city and she was going to shift there soon. I was heart
broken that she had never told me that she was attempting to move
out or that she did not wish to continue the course. I cried and
had sleepless nights. I was going to be alone
again.