Meet Indira Devi, an ambitious 18-year-old from India who secures acceptance into her dream university, The London School of Economics. Leaving behind the comforts of her home country, she sets out on a journey to pursue her passion for economics an...
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Leaving my country to pursue my studies abroad was something I once only dared to dream about. But now, as I stand here on the brink of this new chapter, I realize it's become my reality. And yes, it's what I truly wanted.
Yet, amidst the excitement and anticipation, there's a twinge of heartache. The hardest part was undoubtedly the tearful farewell at the airport gate. Seeing my aunt's eyes glisten with unshed tears, and my father, trying to hold back his own emotions, it hit me hard. They were saying goodbye to their little girl who had grown up, who was about to venture far from home.
My acceptance into the London School of Economics has been the culmination of years of dedication and hard work. I remember asking my dad in 6th grade, "Papá, what can I be when I grow up?" Little did I know that question would ignite a passion in me to excel and earn my place at LSE.
But with this opportunity comes a mix of emotions. The thought of living in a foreign land, sharing a dorm with a stranger, it's both exciting and nerve-wracking. I've always prided myself on my independence, yet the comfort of home and the warmth of my parents' embrace have been my sanctuary. This change, it's a leap into the unknown, a test of resilience. But deep down, I know it's a challenge I'm ready to face.
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Dragging my suitcases and duffle bags up the stairs, I followed the directions to my room. Upon reaching the door, I hesitated for a moment, wondering if my roommate had arrived yet. Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and stepped inside, greeted by the sight of a gorgeous brunette sitting on her bed. She looked up, offering a soft smile.
"Hello, I'm Eloise! You must be Indira, right?" she asked, her gaze friendly yet curious, making me suddenly self-conscious of my appearance in sweatpants and a hoodie.
"Yes, that's me," I replied, trying to brush off the disheveled look with a smile. "I'm Indira Devi. Nice to meet you!" I extended my hand, hoping she wouldn't notice the slight nervousness in my voice. She shakes my hand with a warm smile and I already know we're going to get along really well.
"If you don't mind, I've already taken this room," Eloise pointed towards her room, leaving me the one by that had a large open window with the London view, which suited me just fine. "I don't like the sun falling on my eyes in the morning, and I get cold easily," she explained, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I nodded understandingly, offering a soft but warm smile. Her room and decorations were already set up, indicating that she had arrived a week earlier than I did. I went into my room and sat on my bed, and allowed myself to drift into my thoughts for a few moments. I looked towards my right to see a beautiful view of the busy streets of London that were filled with hustle and bustle. The scene below was alive with the comings and goings of people—students, workers, all engaged in their own conversations or lost in the glow of their smartphones. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city, I noted the time—around 6:30 in the evening.
