Love, How does it feel?

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Shruti

Life has never been more happening!

It's been a week since I've been here as a fresh research scholar. At IISU, Trichy. My dream institute.

No idea, how the last three weeks went away in interviews and counsellings which finally led me here.

I still remember the day of my admission here. The pride in my father's eyes and the awe in the eyes of my sister as they sat in the auditorium as I proceeded with the document verification; the final admission procedure before fee payment. Indeed, I felt proud of myself.

But, my mother didn't come. As I expected!

Still somewhere in my heart, I knew, she was happy that I was on my way, chasing my dreams.

Well, I've already made peace with my life by now. I'm happy, however I am.

Looking out of the balcony, I was admiring the sunset yet again like I did three weeks back in my small apartment. Pondering on what has changed since then?

'Many things', my soul spoke as I smiled.

That day handed me hope to live my life ahead in my own terms, while, right now, I am living the life I always dreamt of. I am living the life, I prayed the universe to weave for me.

And, I have it today. Thus, I am happy.

"Stuthi"  I heard a voice behind me.

I turned to see a young chubby dusky girl in a green salwar kameez, standing at 5'2, a little short to my 5'5, behind me with a sweet mischievous smile. That's my roommate, Swetha.

"How many times do I tell you, Swetha? It's Shruti, not Stuti." I faked a glare at her as she smiled sheepishly.

"It's hard to say." I frowned. Is it?

"Okay, still, come to somewhat close atleast. Stuti is like completely different name." I spoke, shaking my head.

"Okay. Shruthii. Is it right?" She spelled and waited for my reaction as I gave none.

"Shruti" I spelled again. As I continued, "Not Shruthi, Swetha. It's hard to say Shruti and easy to say Shruthi?" I saw her lips in a pout as I contemplated to let it go.

"It's still close." She pouted again, playing with her dupatta.

"Fine, call me whatever you can." I nod while saying, tired of correcting her.

Nevermind, I am happy to have a sweet girl like her as my roommate along with another lovesick crybaby, Rishita.

"Let's go and grab some snacks." I suggest her as my stomach grumbles in hunger. She nodded, following me behind as we walked out. We crossed Rishita in the corridor, who was immersed in talks with her love interest and told us to bring something for her to hostel room.

**

Being a Bangalore girl used to the hustle bustle of the street, Tiruchirapalli or Trichy was rather a slow moving city for me. It gave me the vibes of my green and soulful village yet too advanced to be compared to a village. The temples were everywhere, the amiable people all along and the delicacies were slowly yet fiercely making me love this place too. For me, this place has been nothing but, nostalgic.