I have 7 days left in the country.
The finality of it hasn't sunk in yet, and I'm obviously scared. At the moment, I'm sitting at my desk at my tiny little hot pink laptop with a bowl of good old Maggi Atta Noodles and wondering when I'll ever get to do this again...if I'll ever get to do this again.
I don't know if I'll get to have photobooth sessions with Vera in her messy room with a pink beanbag again.
Or play Harry Potter and gossip with Sanj again.
Or stay up till 3 in the morning with AdhiPee again.
Or wave at security cameras with Woosh again.
Or get piss-drunk and have Chumbles tuck me into bed again.
Or bug Soodatron about his nose again.
Or have Aashna look at me with that oh-my-God-you're-my-role-model-forever expression again.
Or have Pigeon grin that happy pigeon grin at me again.
Or have my self-proclaimed little sister Aditi B's huge squirrely eyes look up at me again.
Or have Satchit randomly stroke my hair again.
Or stay up all night just to exchange silly wall-posts with Alex again.
Or eat donuts and cupcakes with Aparna again.
It's a bittersweet feeling - I'm saying goodbye to the people I love and the people I've grown up with but at the same time I'm heading towards a bright future with new friends and new beginnings.
This is my chance to discover and reinvent the person I am. This is my chance to tap into potential I don't know I have yet. What if I am, on the inside, a very good swimmer? Or what if I could dance all along, but never tried so I never knew? What if I turn out to be good at playing a musical instrument?
What if, by some ironic twist of fate, I end up being good at math after all?!?!
OK, maybe that's going too far.
But I know things are going to change, and some things are going to change drastically. And I welcome the change.
Bring it on, Boston!
About Me
- BeautyInTheBreakdown *
- Boston, Massachussetts, United States
- I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.
