Love is beautiful, this is what we have learnt from movies, TVs and idolize our surroundings.
It is a story of teenage girl who has experienced the relationship for the first time, she had dreams, expectations and wanted to be loved.
But it takes da...
It was a beautiful Sunday, but tears filled my eyes. It was my first time being away from home in my 16 years of life. I missed my mother, who always made sure I was well-fed. I missed my dog, who always greeted me with wagging tails and endless love. I missed my younger brothers, who were always ready to play and make me laugh.
Despite the sadness, I felt a sense of joy and freedom. For the first time, I felt the independence in the air brushing against my cheek. There was no one to scold me for my mistakes, no one to tell me what to do. I could go anywhere I wanted and eat anything I liked without worrying about someone judging my choices or my routine.
It had been an hour since my father left me at the hostel. The excitement of this new adventure bubbled inside me. The hostel was an old building with a long history. The walls in the rooms seemed to whisper the stories of students who had come here before me to prepare for the JEE exams. I could see the evidence of their hard work everywhere-mathematical equations scribbled on the walls, marks left by countless hours of study, and the silent testament of their struggles, frustrations, joys, and triumphs.
As I walked through the hallways, I felt a mixture of fear and excitement. Each room had its own character, shaped by the students who had lived there. I imagined their lives, the friends they made, the dreams they chased, and the moments of doubt and determination they experienced. It was daunting yet thrilling to think that I was now a part of this place, adding my own story to its rich history.
Settling into my new room, I felt the weight of both expectation and possibility. The bare walls and the simple furniture were a blank canvas, waiting for me to leave my mark. I unpacked my belongings, arranging them in a way that made this new place feel a bit more like home. My books, my photos, my little trinkets-all pieces of my past that I carried with me into this new chapter.
As I sat on my bed, I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was just the beginning. I was here to learn, to grow, and to chase my dreams. And while I would miss my family and the comfort of home, I knew that this experience would shape me in ways I couldn't yet imagine. It was the start of a new adventure, and I was ready to embrace it, tears and all.
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Tomorrow is Monday, and I can't wait for my first class in Kota to prepare for the JEE exams. The excitement is almost overwhelming. With my excellent academic record, I am confident I will be the first girl in my entire family to clear the exam on my first try and make my family proud. This thought fills me with both pride and a bit of pressure. I am also eagerly anticipating meeting my new roommate at the hostel, a friend who will share my room and my journey for the next two years.
The hostel is a maze of long corridors and echoing footsteps, filled with the smell of old books and fresh paint. My room is small but cozy, with just enough space for two beds, two desks, and a shared wardrobe. I've decorated my side with posters of inspirational quotes and photos of my family and friends, trying to bring a piece of home with me. I keep glancing at the door, wondering what kind of person my roommate will be. Will she be a studious type like me, or someone more relaxed and carefree? Either way, I hope we become good friends.
