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Hey guys. It's been 3yrs almost since I have updated my wattpad account n yes about my life stories .. as well.. well many things happened during college days. after the covid period I got the opportunity to go for pffline classes for 1 n half yr. Yes it was one of the best days in my life . N yet at the same time it had the worst days as well.. As I get to study at Delhi university at Kamala nehru college, for learning about knowledge gettng exposure n about getting life experiences . It was one of the best places ever. Yeah I suffered from financial constraints at the same time as well. N yet I faced betrayal in terms of friendship n fake friends n true friends at the same time as well.. I got to be the cultural secretary of the north east society so I get to perform for a few various cultural events. N for my studies it really did broaden my knowledge at the same. My specialization was in political science (hons.) N I used to love the subject a lot. But now not anymore as i would be changing my subject soon or should i say im heading towards my passion now finally after fighting with my father for the last 21 yrs .. yeah the living expenses was very high at delhi as it was a metropolitan city. I had lots of health issues as I was not eating well at the same time n was trying to balance my academic n personal life at the same. At first it was not quite easy for me to adapt at an unknown place which was actually the opposite compared to my comfort zone at home. But ik I had to do this in order to grow up as a proper adult.. reaching adulthood without realizing ur own self whether ur ready or not wasn't easy at all. But I had managed everything by myself ig..
ik even for the friendship i also did some wrong to my friends however it was never intentional n it was done as they failed to be there for me when i needed them the most during my hard times. but i don't blame others as ik it's life n i had to learn from my scar mostly. But the biggest scar i had during my college life was the one my 1st bf gave me .. it really impacted at a point that i almost failed my college sem. exams as I was lost in darkness.
in my 2nd yr for 4th sem. I met my 1st bf in an indigo flight while i was leaving for delhi after finishing my summer vacations. if u ask me for descriptions, he was not at all handsome n he was short as well even shorter than me Im 5.6inch while he was 5.4 inch.. but ig the word love is blind n having a crush can sometimes be dangerous as it would lead to unwanted circumstances.. he was wearing a mask n he had that small chinese eyes. n ig i find them attractive blindly as i find eye smile guys a lil attractive. He sat next to me as his seat was next to me. Being a social butterfly i started a conversation after knowing he was a manipuri (meitei), the same race as mine . I came to know he was 6 yrs older than me , even older than my real elder brother by 1 yr. And yeah haha, i used to have weakness for old guys(but not anymore). He was staying at Delhi for his Upsc preparation coaching classes at Azadpur in Delhi. I won't tell his real name as i respect people's privacy no matter how much they did wrong to me or not. Ig I fell from him when he was in his mask haha as i find him cute although in real he is not that good looking n yeah he was ugly .. But ig luv made me became completely blind enough to let a guy hurt me like hell.. I forgot how we exchanged no.s but yeah we exhanged no.s n we started chatting like a senior n a junior. Then i realised i started having feelings for him. I had few reasons for me to fall for him although they were unreasonable reasons , but hear me out folks. That time was a really emotional time for me I had food poisoning , I had continuous loose motion (diarrhea) n vomiting becuz of the sudden change in food habits from my home to the pg. as i didn't know how to cook n i hated cooking i eat from the pg so yeah call me names lazy or anything for not knowing to cook when i was almost 20 yrs old. yeah i deserved that names. Its because i mostly prefer to study or read or write for my studies rather than engaging in cooking although i love eating a lot. And at home mom would do the cooking mostly n i helped her with the dishes mostly. And at the same time my own mother was seriously ill from her blood pressure problems. She was having drips n was hospitalised for a while n since i recently came to delhi for my college classes i wasn't able to go back easily as the flight fee was also very expensive at the same . N yes i was also ill at the same time my mom was also ill at the same time n as her only daughter i couldn't even do anything n yeah at that time my 1st bf took care of me like my mom. He would call me as my wake up calls like my mom did. He told me to eat properly on time n to have my medicines for my recovery. He once cooked me chicken curry when i was not having good food for almost a week. So, it made me grow closer to me due to his actions n am someone who considers empathy very important than anything else.. Ok here comes the main story, i have diverted a lot sorry! ya all.
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