in 2017-2018

            Isn’t it enough to be just part of this terrene and this populace? I never desired to ask this to myself instead I wanted a retort from the ones facing me. There comes some ‘yes’ and some ‘no’ but never an relevant justification for their choice of answer, maybe that’s why I categorized them as people facing me which hints as the ones against me and my psyche. But I am more anxious in knowing the insights of the ladies around me. Sometimes I have yearned to have their answers, each and every women’s and let the inner me devour the elixir of my tumult of what this sphere stage is about. I think one such did happen in these so called incubation span of four years within the eight foot fences and within the four walls of an all-girls class, more than the endeavors as an engineer, it was an exclusive rehabilitation stage for me, from the excruciations that this society and specifically the cognates gave me, from the taunts of some unworthy creations, from the botches and false accusations, from faux beings and their relationships, from stress of salubrity, from incidents and accidents, from academic accessions, and finally from the depression of failing in gratifying my dad. From the earlier me who collapsed at every falls sometimes even succumbed, to the new me, who reappeared after all but with an upgrade to fix the bugs. It wasn’t just the failures that made me so it was actually the beautiful souls who sneaked without notice and scored an irremedial place in my life. I’m mentioning about the girl who reached out when I wandered alone during the commencement and runs to me when it gets gloomy, , another girl who dogmatized me to an alien like but now nourishes me with her positive vibes whenever I got pessimistic and she just leached every ounce of negativity from my system, poured it into a medium-range ballistic missile and fired it out of my world, another fortress whom I refer as machi though I hated that notation she made me do call so-which is out of the blue, she always tuned her receptors to this minikin by bending so much and buckled me to her heart, addition to this list is a nomad, a wanderer who taught me how one should not live like and how flexible one should get, to be unaffected by the tide, last but not the least is a placid woman that’s what she portrays to everyone but not to me, I know the actual side of hers, who jokes, enjoys, and understands my every step. She even crowned me as her soul-mate. One person like one thorn among the roses, sneaked a decade before into my journal. He always made fun of me when I cried or when I m sad pissing me more, sometimes that has made me forget my somber, he also gags around me, but still shouts out loud that I am his best pal and the person whom he believes so much after all these years from my childhood to till date. These mighty Mesdemoiselles and along with that Evega-honcho etched significance in my biog, boycotted classes from which I was repudiated, solaced me on their shoulders, burned the inferno that I imagined of this surrounding and fuelled my nerve. I learned to stand tough though reality smashes you and to hold on to lot more buddies who would stuff your life with adorable memoirs. While many think this to be an amiss world like I did before, I would counsel them that is always how you sight it. I am painting it to a merry dawn, and when are you going to blare out?

This, in dedication to my mejores amigos.