The Ugly Beauty

Part-1

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I woke up by the morning light peeking inside my room through the windows. With a cup of coffee, I looked at the snowcapped mountains that seem to be glowing from the sunlight. I wanted to freeze moments like these, but time never stops for anyone. I brushed my teeth and after a quick shower, went straight to my college. Being the first day I wanted to reach early and I was, by one hour exactly. I preferred the last bench to avoid being center of attention.

I love everything in Shimla, it's just so beautiful. I feel the mountains are calling you to see what lies within it, similarly, the deep dense forests are so intriguing and mysterious that you just can't stop yourself to admire it for a while. I was busy thinking, when I noticed someone sitting beside me.

I heard the high pitched voice of a girl after a while "Hey, I am Jasmine Arora and you?

I chose to ignore her knowing very well she must be talking to someone else.

Our psychology teacher decided to enter the class at that moment.

"Everyone please settle down!!" boomed the voice of a young woman in her late thirties. She was short around 5'2 and petite with gorgeous chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes.

I love psychology as I always wanted to help people. I just hope I am going to become a counselor someday.

"I am talking to you." Jasmine taped on my shoulder grabbing my attention.

"Oh, I-I-am - Kiara Sha- r- rma" I stammered, my heart beat was erratic. She sensed my nervousness though, but said nothing about it and faced the classroom.

As expected, Ms. Antara Desai, our psychology teacher started the class with introduction. I was busy rehearsing what I am going to say without stammering when I heard Jasmine giving her introduction and finally settling down in her chair. My whole body was shivering, after gaining some control I stood up and looked at the floor of the room. I could sense each and every eye on me. "Myself, Kiara Sharma. I went to St. Thomas high school. And I am going to become a counselor someday." Feeling content that i said all this without stammering, I sat down. The last line came naturally in my mind as mom always use to say, if you want something than you need to strongly believe in it. So she mended 'I want to be a counselor 'to 'I am going to be a counselor' when I was five year old. That was the last time she asked me about my goal. She always wanted me to set a goal, so that I can chase it with everything I have. A tear rolled down my cheek unconsciously, remembering her. After the last period of boring History, I started walking to my room.

Luckily, Jasmine stopped talking to me after our last terrible encounter.

As I reached my silent home, I looked at my blurred reflection on the window. The scars were still visible, but not that prominent. Immediately events of that day flashed in front of my eyes. I ignored them and closed the door surrendering myself to the loneliness it held.

Quote:

Life gives us what we need not what we desire.