Chapter 1: That first look at "U"

Dreamy eyes opened into reality.... If she had to put in words each feeling that was running from her head to toe...The so called bold and confident girl was actually nervous to face this world where she knew no one but herself... Did she really have to do this??? Did she have to go through an entire day sitting in a room full of people she had no clue about?? What exactly was she thinking this would bring to her?

Ray of "HOPE'??? Seemed like the sun had forgotten to shine that morning after all... but if it did... wasn't it unusual for her to be feeling so weirdly warm??? She put on her best efforts... A black kurta...her trademark colour... nothing could go wrong when she wore black... sleeves folded... her bag hanging behind her like it was the only other thing that needed support to take that path ....

A lot to deal with...she thought... just walk to that room... it cant be as bad as u think.. people here haven't really come to judge u after all....

Little did she know... it was after all everything that she dreaded... probably a little more than she did... Everyone's eyes seemed to be judging... 

You are not welcome here... she heard someone say... or did she??? She wasn't sure... 

She took the safest seat she thought of... it wasn't long before a girl walked past her... noticed this girl in the black kurta was probably scared... she took a seat right by her side...

Introduction sessions were at its peak... excitement seemed to be beaming from the corridor to the rooms... 

Every individual trying to make their mark in this new kingdom... she took part in the charade... 

She thought it would be better if she looked out of that window rather than look at the faces she needs to look at for the next 2 years....every single day...every single class... Oh my God!! She said to herself...

AND....

For the very first time she felt like God actually listened to her...

Simple yet charming... Smiling but shy.... 

A very familiar face caught her eye... She knew him... she knew she saw him somewhere... Was she dreaming??? Or was it that she saw him in a dream?? 

He walked right past her... managed a shy smile with his lips so held together.... 

Obligations??? Already??? People smiling at her coz she seemed new??? 

Or did he feel like he knew her too? 

GOOD MORNING CLASS!!! 

Wake up call.... The woman who was going to lead this room full of beaming minds appeared... Confidence slipped in... That's after all why she was here.... to make the best of the best... 

There it came again... INTRODUCE YOURSELVES....Why was this so common? why wouldn't anyone move from the conventional traditions of making their mark in any place with their name and where they came from??? Did she need to hear them from 60 people??? Was she interested? Would she remember even one by the time she heard all 60?? 

THE ANSWER

60 was a huge number, but one name caught her attention.... She turned to the face... was she dreaming again??? Twice in a day?? that shouldn't be happening... His name made an impact in her life... she remembered it... she said it to herself twice in that day... odd... but he was a part of her life already... too soon??? 

That first look at you.... 

That warmth and then you...

That name... your smile... 

Your own ways... 

In which you were now mine...

A new life

Anticipation could not reach any level higher than it was in me.... So many changes... 

First time out of home....

First time in a state where no one knew the language I speak

First time living in a hostel

First time experiencing studying in a whole new environment...

Too much was changing and I hated it... 

Leaving home felt like the worst decision ever...

Why did we have to think of our stupid careers?? Why aren't the best colleges within my abode's radius? n what exactly was I thinking when I jus walked out believing staying away is going to give me all that stupid "FREEDOM"? 

Almost everything wasn't right.... yet a few things felt light...

Nothing seemed familiar...yet a world made a reality appear

I cannot state it was the place or the surrounding air....

or was it simply.... lots of faces in the same despair...

It wasn't until my mom left my hand that I felt that the world fell apart....

Wanted to run back.... catch that same train that carried me on that dreadful journey from home to "hell".... A little harsh to call it hell but thats exactly how it felt.... 

Slept...rather toppled and turned on my bed.... eyes wide open... 

waiting for that morning light... first ray of sunshine... first ray of hope...

would this be the beginning I was looking for??? 

Or would I go back to feeling what it exactly was??? 

Lets wait and find out.... isn't that ultimately what keeps u going...

That little ray of "HOPE"

Prologue

Reasons never suffice the need to write... I could point a few... name each and then realise...
Its not what motivates you to move there that matters.... taking that motivation to drive the right instinct is what gives it that spark to keep going...
It was a tough call between having to write on general terms and feelings or to narrate someone's story... someone's real life in real words...just facts...no fiction
I chose the later... motivation? Life...as it is.... in its true self...
There couldn't possibly be a better story than the one we live... the one we share... the people who we share it with and the impact that something or someone leaves in our lives forever....
I have my reason.... I have what I found to last in me forever...
Single reason for happiness.... smiles unlimited...
Joys that see no bound and life that we promise to live forever...
We couldn't ask for more.... we couldn't say this is not the life I wanted...
Here's mine... My story... from the start...
A lot of feelings... emotions that see no threshold... strength that we find in each other and disappointments which become a side effect of being high in love...
Offering my story to you... Details omitted... characters revealed...
Playing our own parts... for that's the zeal...
Beginnings that will find no end... words that will flow as a breeze of fresh air...

BEGINNING

Writing has never been a habit... its never been entertaining and it definitely wasn't a choice of life...
A mode of expression, an excuse to tell the world what it feels like, to help the world read your pure feelings in words and to be able to smile and say... "THIS IS HOW IT IS"
Words of expression proving your ready to see it happen, words of thoughts telling you to make it happen and words of joy letting you realise it is happening...
Writing has become a passion, helping realise that its not about keeping it to yourself...
They say ink is stronger than sword... the power to write..the freedom to express and the zeal to keep it moving...
They say we all come empty handed and we leave the exact same way...I differ...
We come into this world more loved than anyone existent... we come into this world with hopes of two people and their world...we define ourselves with a name... live with it to state...
Some decide to pen down this journey... memories is what fills us...our lives and our people...
Reliving memories... conventionally- putting them down in words... creatively- capturing them in pictures
Here's me.... Trying to put them both as one... my life as mine....in letters....in words... in pictures...
Capture as much... interest the best and live like it could be.....