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Sometimes we choose a difficult path only because we feel that to attain important things we need to choose a difficult path. We think that it’s important to punish ourselves, but why can’t we choose a simple path ? What’s wrong with that ? Especially when we are not ready to face that difficult path.

– Dear Zindagi

How We First Met: Chemistry

Human chemical reaction leading to the release of happy hormones, dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and what not.

love love love

Standing at the xerox machine, I waited for my notes to be printed. I shouted from the line to fasten the process, unfortunately all my efforts were useless. I had been standing in line for an hour and the situation was so bad that if I had opened my mouth, I would have uttered profanities. Finally after waiting so long, he handed me the notes as I beamed my furrowed brows at him.

Excuse me“, a tall, lean guy tapped at my shoulder.
“Are these chemistry notes?“, he seemed to be clueless. He had big spiky hair and was wearing spectacles.
Yes, organic. You can get them here.“, being new in college was worst. I knew nobody and nobody knew me.
He was definitely a guy from my batch, but what was his name?’, I wondered.
Not giving much attention, I went upstairs to resume my study session.
Exams were a month later, and coming from a scholar family, I had a lot of pressure to bring laurels to my family.
I sat on my seat and opened my chemistry notes and began my studies.

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Sitting on the chair, I tried to concentrate;
as the light from the lamp made the room illuminate.
Books were scattered, papers were spread over the desk,
but they were of no use as they gave me no rest.
I looked around and saw no more,
my vision was hindered and impaired, it could hardly reach the shore.
I looked down and the murmurs began,
“Are you crazy?”, “Don’t spoil your future”,
“Our family is not meant for such chores”.
Every time we went to someone’s house,
false considerations and surfaced opinions showered me around,
telling me my passion was good for nothing,
it was not gonna get me a stable job or settle me in.

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