must we define romance
they say to define is to limit
and something as beautiful as the idea of romance
should never be limited
for me
solitude
a lonely piece of peace is romantic
for me
the autumn
the adieu of leaves is romantic
for me
the empathy
being the embodiment of benevolence is romantic
for me
melancholy
living in the lonely shade of blue is romantic
for me
the curled up lips
the heartily laugh with my friends is romantic
for me
my anthologies
writing the cathartic poem is romantic
for me
reading
drowning in the classic pieces of literature is romantic
for me
daydreams,
escaping to the reveries is romantic
for me
espying,
noticing the intricate details in mundanes is romantic
for me
existing ,
being the lovely miracle of divine
is romantic

Dated:- 15/9/22
#LittleMissHopelessRomantic
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I joined the coaching a few months after the session had already started.
On my first day, I was really scared and anxious. Being an introvert and an overthinker, my brain was flooded with questions: What if all the kids had already formed friend groups and it would be harder for me to fit in? What if they just didn't like me for some reason? Would I even make friends there or would I have to sit alone?
Despite my fears, I gulped down those questions and took a local bus to my coaching. I left too early, worried about getting caught in traffic. But there was no traffic and I arrived half an hour early. That made me even more anxious. What would the incharge think? How stupid of me to arrive so early.
Our incharge needs a little introduction for the sake of the story. When my father went to talk to him about my admission, they realized that his niece was in the same university where my father was employed. So he treated my father a little special and would sometimes call to check on how his niece was doing. Naturally, he treated me like his niece too.
So back to my first day. He was very nice and polite and guided me into the classroom. With an anxious heart and sweaty hands, I entered the classroom only to find it empty - of course, because I had arrived too early. But deep down I was really happy, yet still anxious.
The classroom was divided into four columns of seats on each side with a partition in the middle that led up to the whiteboard. Our door was exactly opposite the whiteboard.
After carefully analyzing the seating pattern, I decided to sit on the left side in the second row and column three. That way, the teacher might not call out this new kid for sitting so far behind. And the first row was just too intimidating and close to the teacher.
So there I sat, counting moments until not one, not two, but three boys arrived in the classroom.
As I looked back at the door watching all three of them enter,
my anxiety level reached its peak.
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