The day was sunny and bright but not pleasant.
Fiza clacked down the platform in her heels.
She was aware of the gazes in her direction.
It was okay.
If she was in her undergraduate days she would have broken down and started trembling out of insecurity over why those people were staring at her.
Was she looking weird?
Did she look like a clown?
Was she so ugly that people needed to look at her like that?
The questions were endless and so was her peaking insecurity.
But those were old days.
Now she was a grown-up adult with the least botheration about such things.
People will talk because they have a mouth and freedom of speech and expression and in addition, they will see because they have eyes.
Despite being a PhD scholar in psychology at one of the country's top universities, she cannot change human perspectives and thought processes.
They will think a variety of things starting from worst to best because no one puts taxes on thoughts.
The best thing to do is to ignore it.
Doing that will keep the mind at peace and the heart at rest.
Well, talking about her heart, it seems to be on vacation since she got over the 8-year obsession with a man.
Life had never been so seamless since her metaphorical heart had left the town.
That damn pest had made so many things miserable!
Her phone chimed pleasantly.
It was Somlata—her college friend of 4 years now.
"Hello," Fiza received the call.
"Where are you? I have called you twice." Somlata almost complained.
"I am on my way. Gate no. 2."
"Okay, I am waiting here on the ground floor of the department."
"Okay."
The call ended, and Fiza smiled.
10 years in the university and they still have the habit of waiting on the ground floor in front of the lift.
There is a fan and since it's the ground floor of the four-storey building, it was cool and comforting.
Ah, the bliss.
They weren't students anymore.
They were scholars and lecturers.
From giving exams to setting question papers for exams—they have come a long way.
But despite the long way, they were still stuck in that same place—that university.
Surprisingly, it never felt old.
It was new every day.
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Daily life of a PhD scholar
HumorThe series is about four scholars of unique attributes--Fiza, the introverted overthinker, Somlata, the depressed rebel, Piyushi, the cool-headed social butterfly, and Jia, the hyper-active extrovert. Four of them come from different backgrounds and...
