It’s been almost six months since I moved to Chennai. Well the move hasn’t been all that bad. I hate College, the fact that I’ve to go everyday and absolutely do nothing, the fact that I don’t really have to study to pass an exam or the fact that it is a girl’s College. What makes life even remotely tolerable? The knowledge that I have friends, the kind I like and not merely have to put up with. Life seemed close to tolerable with arrival of a new friend and renewing ties with the old ones.
And then came the New Year, bringing with it a lot of exhilarating freshness and new beginnings. (That’s what New Year’s are supposed to be for anyways.) A life that was going nowhere, felt laden and indifference was all that prevailed and there was nothing to wake up in the morning for. Everything seemed irritable and there was no sunshine.
Then came the dawn of astonishing, innovative beginnings. The world suddenly seemed a better place, a passion for something was evoked and loads of brilliant people walked in, the kind you’d respect even if you aren’t particularly fond of them. I found a passion for which I’d have to use my head and which also quenches my thirst for public speaking. And not to mention the hot guys around.
Even the weather in Chennai, which I whole heartedly detest doesn’t irritate me anymore. My faith doesn’t walk on broken glass any longer. And I guess the school-girl crushes that hardly last a week are no more. The crush did stay for more than a week. And that is what made me realize that I’ve truly grown up. It just scares me that too much has happened in such short notice. And I feel alive after quite sometime.
Hope has been re-awakened in me. And Im willing to fight for what I believe in without fear of failure. I no longer want to crib about the heat and humidity nor the dryness of the weather. I want it to rain over me……..
