Sun shines brighter here *Editing*

New is always better

Standing on my balcony and watching the rain pour over the city with a cup of coffee,that's what I did on rainy mornings! I loved the monsoon because of the rain but mostly because June was the beginning of a new academic year and I was always pumped about getting back to school and meeting new people.

But then again ,I still sit on my red leather chair staring at the glass window watching the rain pour over the city, life seems different.

My eyes wandered around my lonely room. Huge wall posters of bollywood stars glued to the blue wall of my room, photographs of family and friends framed on the walls, my wadrobe stripped without clothes hanging on it, two huge suitcases placed in the corner of the room statched with my belongings,books pilled up near the study area ,clothes and shoes thrown on the floor, make up and study material where thrown on my white queen side bed. In short, my room was a mess. I slipped into my white sandals and walked downstairs ,my parents were running around here and there trying to get things done at the last minute.

Oh right. I'm leaving India today.

I walked over to the kitchen area picked up a sparkling white plate stuffed it with smacking Indian food and bought it over to the living area and started eating as I flipped chanels on the black LED hung tightly on the pale wall of my living room.. my mom as usual lectured me about life as I took the comfort of the sofa. My phone vibrated on the cushion. I had an avalanche of texts all wishing me a safe trip.

My eyes caught attention as I scrolled down the screen of my Iphone and found Naveed's text.

NAVEED: HEY! ARIA .HAVE FUN IN NEW-YORK. DON'T WORRY I'LL STILL FIND WAYS TO ANNOY YOU .

That douchebag!

ME: THANKS. YOU STILL SUCK, THOUGH.

NAVEED: AREN'T YOU CUTE, FRIEND?

ME: YOU'RE NOT MY FRIEND

NAVEED: WHATEVER MAKES YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT.

"Aria!" my mother screamed from the first floor.

"WHAT?" I jumped.

"You're leaving and you aren't done with packing yet?" she yelled louder.

Oh darn.I have to pack. I got back upstairs into my room,shifted the huge suitcase to the centre of the room and started throwing in anything I found. I kept aside a pair of dark blue jeans and a black top with a red coat aside for the flight and packed everything. My books, clothes, shoes, a few photographs, toiletries and most importantly my Indian soul.

Within a few minutes I was done with the packing. My passport,boarding pass etc. was safely kept in the purse I was carrying.

I stood beside the window sill watching the rain pour over the city again. This time the feeling was different. You know the feeling you get on a monday morning? The feeling you get when you have to choose between your two favourite ice cream sundaes in corner house? This feeling was a hundred times stronger. All goodbyes were done but as I stood by the window watching the rain pour I felt different and grown up. I've been standing here and watching the rain all my life, never have I felt this way. I know I'm ready and there's no backing out, but India's home and leaving home means growing up, something no one wants to right? Nobody likes change! Nobody wants to move out of their comfort zone. Even I don't want to! Everyone's happy in their own little world they have created for themselves. Friends. Family. But outside our little world there's so much more to life, so much more to explore,so much more to believe in and so much more to discover. Life's beautiful outside and maybe a Little bit cruel.

But change can bring the good in us as well as the not-so-much-desirable part of us. Change can be anything. Big and small but we have to accept it first to acknowledge it. Which is the hardest part. But sometimes change is better. I'm going to believe that new is better. Who knows? Maybe there's something better out there. Not for all,but it's definitely worth a shot! You only live once. So I'm gonna believe that change is good and move forward. Good or bad. I'm ready for anything as Barney Stinson says "New is always better"

So here I am sitting in the cold airport chair looking across the passenger lobby, seeking last traces of those familiar faces whom I won't be seeing for a long time.
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