Memoir: DROP
The last time I had those painful bumps over my face was past four long years when I sat for my first board examination. I was a girl who never got pimples even when I was on a ride of puberty. Rare occasion of their arrival was a turmoil within and ongoing fire waiting to be extinguished. Last couple of months I experienced it yet again and constant attendance to the dermatologist did not bring about a healthy result. My mother's omniscience got well acquainted with something I'm smitten with and which paved the way for uninvited blemishes on my dear face. She saw me experiencing sleepless nights, loosing interest in dressing up and not hanging around with friends every evening. People change over with time, nobody stays as the old, nothing is constant but just change itself. I was changing and this change was sudden which happened within the span of some days.
The scholar of the school had made couple of bad decisions as any other teenager does and her break up with academics brought happiness that was short lived. Everyone has been endowed with equal intelligence and size of the brain as said famously but some succeed others with constant hard work and endless efforts.
The unstoppable time had seazed,the sun did not set to welcome the peaceful night and my failures haunted me in my dreams. My peace was into pieces. Bringing what was fallen apart demanded a sacrifice to be made . I pretended to be normal and suppressed every little secret deep within me.
Every year thousands of students take a year off either to prepare or in search of better opportunities. This process was common in the modern world but I wasn't sure if it would be accepted within the four concrete walls of my house.
I had been pursuing my master's degree for a year now from a private institution and the constant reminder of failure and incapability stung my soul every second. In the process of undoing the wrong I sat for the Delhi university's entrance yet again with the hard work, sleepless nights and pimples on my face. To prove no one but myself.
On 25th August 2017, I earned what I lost and learnt a lesson to be narrated till the day I bid the final goodbye. The pimples have stated setting with days and my mother has the look of assurance that I'm doing fine.
The last time I had those painful bumps over my face was past four long years when I sat for my first board examination. I was a girl who never got pimples even when I was on a ride of puberty. Rare occasion of their arrival was a turmoil within and ongoing fire waiting to be extinguished. Last couple of months I experienced it yet again and constant attendance to the dermatologist did not bring about a healthy result. My mother's omniscience got well acquainted with something I'm smitten with and which paved the way for uninvited blemishes on my dear face. She saw me experiencing sleepless nights, loosing interest in dressing up and not hanging around with friends every evening. People change over with time, nobody stays as the old, nothing is constant but just change itself. I was changing and this change was sudden which happened within the span of some days.
The scholar of the school had made couple of bad decisions as any other teenager does and her break up with academics brought happiness that was short lived. Everyone has been endowed with equal intelligence and size of the brain as said famously but some succeed others with constant hard work and endless efforts.
The unstoppable time had seazed,the sun did not set to welcome the peaceful night and my failures haunted me in my dreams. My peace was into pieces. Bringing what was fallen apart demanded a sacrifice to be made . I pretended to be normal and suppressed every little secret deep within me.
Every year thousands of students take a year off either to prepare or in search of better opportunities. This process was common in the modern world but I wasn't sure if it would be accepted within the four concrete walls of my house.
I had been pursuing my master's degree for a year now from a private institution and the constant reminder of failure and incapability stung my soul every second. In the process of undoing the wrong I sat for the Delhi university's entrance yet again with the hard work, sleepless nights and pimples on my face. To prove no one but myself.
On 25th August 2017, I earned what I lost and learnt a lesson to be narrated till the day I bid the final goodbye. The pimples have stated setting with days and my mother has the look of assurance that I'm doing fine.
Fact or fiction?
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DeleteFact. I've started attending my classes at the faculty since last week.