An Ending is not the End

9. First Day

Hyma lay there, memories of Munnar flooded her mind. The lush green landscapes, mist-covered hills, and the serenity of that beautiful place played like a vivid tapestry in her memory.

At the railway station, Hyma pleaded with her mother, "Maa, please, at least you stay back."

Her father, Prasad, chuckled and replied, "I want to settle in Vijaynagar happily. Your elder sister has been living alone for the past three years, focusing on her studies and career. She is planning something significant, and at this time, it's our responsibility to stay with her. She needs our support."

"But, Dad, I don't want to stay in a hostel," Hyma protested.

Her mother, Shraddha, chuckled and explained, "We sold our home and properties in Munnar to buy a new home in Vijaynagaram. This is for your sister's future plans. You should understand, baby. We wanted to take you with us, but you got a job through placements, and you also secured a seat in the Munnar college with a scholarship. The company you're joining is offering a scholarship too. You're lucky."

Prasad added, "Hyma, you need to learn what life is. Learn to be independent and strong. Look at how your sister handled the challenges of the past three years. It's your time now. Be strong, okay?"

Hyma, looking dramatically up, teased to her father, "Di, even Dad is starting to sound like you! God."

Prasad chuckled and gave her a side hug, while Shraddha gently pecked Hyma's forehead, saying, "Bye and take care."

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Ascending to the third floor of the hostel, Hyma entered her room, feeling a bit exhausted. Lying back on her bed, she whispered to herself, "Am I gaining weight again? I should start jogging, exercising, and yoga quickly. If Di finds out that I'm out of breath after climbing three flights of stairs, she'll start a long lecture about my carelessness. Bhagavan, why did you give me such a sister? Probably just to irritate me. Ah! I miss you, Di. If you were here, you would have suggested what to wear on the first day of college.

Hyma adorned herself in a silk black anarkali with full sleeves and a pink-bordered design. She carefully replicated the border pattern on her dupatta, pleating it elegantly and securing it over her shoulder. With dark kajal enhancing her eyes and a black bindi complementing her look, she applied the necessary makeup.

Examining herself in the mirror, she remarked, "Uff, this dress is perfect for this climate."

While combing her hair, she strolled over to the window, drawing back the curtains to reveal the enchanting scene outside. Everywhere she looked, lush greenery extended into the distance, the garden adding to the natural beauty. A layer of fog lingered, creating an ethereal atmosphere as clouds seemed to touch the earth.

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Munnar College.

Hyma gracefully stepped down from the auto, smoothly paid the fare, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Thoughts of the future danced in her mind, "After getting my first salary, I should buy a scooty." With a determined smile, she glanced at the imposing college building before walking through the gates and into the campus.

The college, surrounded by greenery, boasted an architectural charm that seamlessly blended tradition with modernity. Majestic pillars adorned the entrance, creating a sense of grandeur. Vibrant flowers lined the pathways, adding a burst of color to the serene surroundings. Towering trees provided ample shade, creating inviting spots for students to gather.

As Hyma walked further, she noticed well-maintained gardens and thoughtfully designed seating areas. The main building, with its intricate detailing, stood proudly against the backdrop of a clear blue sky. The campus exuded an air of academia, with a perfect blend of natural beauty and architectural elegance.

Amidst the hootings that echoed through the air, Hyma discerned the sounds of a football college championship game, signaling the recent completion of the match.

A young man's eyes landed on her, prompting him to approach and inquire, "Excuse me, do you need help? I haven't seen you around here before."

Responding with a warm smile, Hyma explained, "Actually, I've just joined to study M.Tech in civil engineering. It's a two-year course."

"Ah, a fresher then," he remarked. "I'm Nikhil, your senior."

Returning the smile, Hyma shook hands with him and introduced herself, saying, "Hi, Hyma."

Nikhil accompanied her towards the classroom, exchanging casual conversation along the way. As they reached their destination, he bid her bye, and they parted way.

After attending afternoon classes, Hyma headed to the canteen, college bag and files in hand, contemplating the quick transition to her office after lunch. A group of students noticed her, huddled together and gossiping about her innocent and traditional appearance, deciding to have a bit of fun.

One of them called out, "Hey, come here."

Curious, she approached, and he asked, "What's your name?"

"Hyma," she replied.

Unimpressed, he continued, "Don't you know how to respect seniors?"

Caught off guard, she remained silent as his gang erupted in laughter. He then walked closer, mocking, "You come to college or temple, and what is this dupatta?" placing his hand on her shoulder.

In a surprising turn of events, Hyma swiftly twisted his hand, forcing him to kneel down. With determination, she stamped her high-heeled foot on his ankle, leaving him shocked and silenced.

The unexpected display of strength and self-defense not only shocked the group.

Twisting his hand firmly, Hyma asserted, "Even if I appreciate healthy ragging, you could have asked for my biodata or made me sing, but who gave you the right to put your hand on my shoulder? Do you think I'll stay quiet or cry over your words?" With a forceful push, she sent him sprawling to the ground.

Assertively, she continued, "I can disjoin all your useless joints." Leaving him shocked, she walked away, determined and unyielding.

Stopping a passing guy on a bike, helmet in place, she politely asked, "Excuse me, can you drop me to this office?" showing him a visiting card.

He replied, "Yes, I'm heading there. Get in; I'll give you a lift."

Sitting on the back seat, she placed the file in her bag and positioned it between them. As she kept her hand on his shoulder, he navigated the road carefully. Curious, she asked, "Why are you going to that company? Oh, I heard there are job interviews. Are you going for an interview?"

He chuckled and confirmed, "Yes."

She inquired further, "Is there any canteen or restaurant around that company?.

Yes, there are many restaurants and canteens," he informed as he navigated the bike through the streets.

Upon reaching their destination, he stopped the bike, and Hyma gracefully dismounted. He removed his helmet, running his fingers through his silk-like flying hair, and she couldn't help but glance at him.

"Thank you very much, and all the very best for your interview," she wished him sincerely.

He inquired, "I wish I should get this job. Miss...?"

She smiled and clarified, "Hyma."

He smiled back and said, "Hema?"

No! It's Hyma. Bye, I am getting late," she swiftly ran inside.

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Chandanakshi