REGRETS: An Unspoken Longings

The Beginning

**Suhani’s Point of View**

The campus was bustling with the usual first-day energy as I walked through the gates of my new college. The sun was high, casting a warm glow over the sprawling lawns and historic buildings. Students chatted excitedly, their laughter and anticipation filling the air. Yet, despite the vibrant atmosphere, I felt like an outsider, my heart weighed down by a mix of anxiety and resolve.

I had come here on my own, far from home and the familiar confines of my parents' expectations. Leaving home had been a challenge, not just physically but emotionally. My parents were supportive in their own way, but their support often felt like a distant echo rather than a genuine embrace. Their praise was sparse, and their approval seemed like an unattainable prize. I often felt like a burden to them, as if my ambitions and dreams were an inconvenience rather than a source of pride.

“You know, Suhani,” my mother had said before I left, her tone carrying an edge of resignation, “this college thing—it's a big step. Don’t expect us to keep cheering you on from here. Just remember, you need to prove yourself.”

That phrase, “prove yourself,” had echoed in my mind as I packed my bags and left for this new chapter. I knew they didn’t mean to be harsh; it was just their way of saying that nothing would be handed to me. Every accomplishment had to be earned, and nothing was ever enough to make them truly proud.

As I moved through the campus, my thoughts were a mix of excitement and doubt. I had always been determined, driven by the need to show my worth. I wanted to prove to my parents that I was capable, that I could achieve something significant, despite their seeming indifference. But that determination was often tinged with the sting of their expectations, a constant reminder of how much I had to overcome.

My first stop was the student orientation. The building was buzzing with activity, and I navigated my way through the crowd, clutching my registration packet tightly. I found a seat in the back of the room, hoping to stay unnoticed while I took in the new environment.

The orientation speaker, a charismatic senior, welcomed us with enthusiasm. “Welcome, everyone! You’re about to embark on an incredible journey, filled with opportunities and challenges. Embrace every moment and make the most of your time here.”

The words were encouraging, but they did little to dispel the anxiety that gnawed at me. I glanced around at my fellow students, all of them seemingly at ease, their excitement palpable. I felt a pang of self-doubt—was I really ready for this? Did I belong here?

I reminded myself why I was here. This was my chance to forge a path of my own, to chase my dreams and prove that I was more than just a burden. My goals were clear: excel academically, get involved in extracurricular activities, and build a future that would finally earn me the approval I sought.

As the orientation continued, I listened to the speaker’s advice, trying to absorb every word. “Get involved, meet new people, and don’t be afraid to step out of your comfort zone. This is your time to shine.”

The words were a beacon of hope, a promise of what could be if I pushed through the doubts. I took a deep breath, feeling a spark of determination ignite within me. This was my chance to start fresh, to prove my worth not only to my parents but to myself.

After the orientation, I wandered around the campus, exploring the various buildings and facilities. The library caught my eye, its grand architecture and rows of books offering a comforting sense of possibility. I made a mental note to spend time here, to dive into my studies and find solace in the knowledge it held.

As the day wore on, I met a few fellow students and signed up for some clubs and activities. Each new interaction was a small victory, a step towards finding my place in this new world. Despite the lingering self-doubt, I was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

By evening, as the sun set and the campus began to quiet down, I returned to my dorm room. The room was modest, with just enough space for a bed, a desk, and a few personal touches. It felt both comforting and stark, a symbol of my new beginning.

I sat down at the desk, unpacking my things and arranging them neatly. My laptop, my textbooks, and a photo of my family were the only constants in this new, unfamiliar space. I looked at the photo, a reminder of where I came from and the expectations that weighed on me.

“Just a little longer,” I whispered to myself, “and you’ll make them proud. You’re here to achieve something. Don’t let anything hold you back.”

As night fell, I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the stars visible through the window. The sky seemed endless, a canvas of possibilities that stretched far beyond the constraints of my past. I knew the road ahead would be challenging, filled with moments of doubt and struggle. But for now, I was focused on the journey, determined to make my mark and prove that I was worth every effort.

The promise of a new beginning filled me with a sense of resolve. I was here to carve out my own path, to chase my dreams with relentless determination. And no matter how difficult the journey might be, I was ready to face it head-on.

Author's note-:

Hello lovely readers. I know that you maybe found this chapter boring. But i request you to trust the process. This is just the start and you may find the story slow paced but this is important to gernerate a nice background and give this story a realastic touch. So I request your patience and love.

Thank you! Byeee!!