The whole city was under my feet. I was one step away from burning the book called life where all the pages were filled with pain. My mind said, "Let this be the last page". But my legs didn't cooperate. They were shivering. The sun had just begun to hide beneath the mountains. The rays were trying to escape through the clouds just like the tears that were trying to escape from my eyes. The shadows were getting longer and longer just like the miseries of my life. The birds had started to head back to their homes with their families. I neither had a home nor a family. The evening breeze had started to get quite heavy, but my hear...
#One_last_sem #One_last_tour #One_last_exam #One_last_outing #One_last_tear * a photo with the Anna statue * Phew! Yes. It's over. It's all over. All the fun. All the smiles. All the tears. It has all come to an end. But is this really the end? See, I'm not gonna tell you not to worry or not to cry about it. In fact crying is okay. CEG is something that's even worth crying for. Coming to the point, four years is a big time in life. And these four years could have been just "years" had you studied somewhere else, but for a CEG'ian, these four years wouldn’t have been just years, they would have been such an enlightenment. They would have been something else that no words can define. The kind of exposure, the kind of opportunities, the kind of responsibilities, the kind of enjoyment, where do you even get all these? I mean you people are ...