I have now passed my bachelors and live an independent life. I look back and see that a lot has changed, in the past few years. I grew up and by that I mean not just physically but mentally and emotionally. I remember the day I entered my college. I was a pampered child of my house, also was loved unconditionally and suddenly I saw my life was changing. I came to live in the hostel with a few strange people in a room obviously, not everybody was my kind. I was the kind of person who did not socialize much, who used to stay in bed and get all the work done by the maid or anyone else but me.
I had issues since day one. Adjustment issues, working issues, being independent was yet another task I was doing badly at. I kind of got habitual of complaining about everything that ever happened to me, and blamed my parents for ruining my life and freedom. I started to get depressed and isolated myself, even more, had no friends to share things with and neither did I feel the need.
But one day, like other normal days, I was trying to do the dishes and I saw this girl, small, weird but pretty in her Continue Reading..