I don’t know how it all happened and I would never know how it would come to an end? All I now know is that I would have a green Khirqah (robe) and a saffron Stola covering me. There would be vermillion embossed between the parting of my hair and there would be garland around my neck. There would be anklets around my ankles and bangles around my wrist. The blood within me would be rushing out in your name and my eyes would be seeking your face. There would be loud blows of shehnai and battering of dhol. I would be swirling around, like the moon around the earth, in ecstasy while in my heart I would be chanting your name.There would be nothing unless it's you and then there would be you and me worshiping you. It would be your name that would be my fame. It's unorthodox, Wrong, Frowned upon but why doesn't it feel like it. Why does it feel right? Euphoric? Mystic?
“It took me 6 months to score an admission, and those 6 months I was once again in the closet. I mean I literally didn't talk to anyone, and I was all socially awkward back. But once I reached my University that was away from my own city, I chose like most out-of-state students to stay on-campus. This gave me a whole new way to look at my life and learn new things. Living in a hostel, on-campus taught me a lot of things, from how can people manipulate you to do something for them and then leave you right in the middle and also taught me how to make new friends. It taught me how to survive on my own and the best part, it brought out from within me my hidden sarcastic self. Sometimes, I do hate my sarcastic self. Still, this sarcastic self within me later proved to be one reason I was liked by the audience at open-mics and stand-ups. Living in the hostel made me independent, I learned how to tackle my situations alone, and I became this contained person. I showed everyone...
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