Making the decision about whether to move away or stay home for college isn't an easy task. There are pros and cons on each side. I hail from Kashmir and even though with no engineer in family I had engineering as my first choice after 12th. In absence of guidance I had to face a lot of difficulties in getting notified about various forms, about various choices available, about the procedure and the quality of preparation required in cracking the same. However Allah Almighty showed me the path and I decided to leave my valley and joined an engineering college in Meerut.
With my clothes and belongings I also brought an invisible bag full of my ambitions and parents expectations to Meerut. Moving to this new city soon became a depressing affair. It was difficult adjusting to the new culture and I just became all the more disinterested in studies. However the bag full of ambitions and expectations became my survival kit. Yes I had to adjust somehow for the larger good , for the larger comfort , for greater happiness after 4 years.
It took me one complete year to adjust to the limit of breathing. All this while i had my daily dose of oxygen in the form of love. The love of my parents, brothers, sisters, friends and even pets. But there was this one kind of love , the romantic love still missing. You will probably wonder why is romantic love of much concern for an ambitious student. Well I was sincerely not very desperate for it but I just wanted to be felt important, understood and secure. I wanted one confidant whom I could trust with blind eyes. Yes I wanted the richness of this love, I wanted this different intense feeling.
And yes since I had such huge expectations from my love story I wanted to give proper time in finding my special someone with whom I would share my doubts, anxieties, ambitions, likes, dislikes, worries, proud moments, disappointments, weakness basically anything and everything. In this faque world I wanted that one truth.
Not too late I found her. I was my usual self with friends chilling outside the canteen when this enigmatic girl crossed me. Her eyes were mesmerising. They had simplicity, honesty, sadness and at the same time brightness. Her eyes at once got my interest arousing. With help of my friends I got a brief about her that was as captivating as her eyes. Next moment I saw myself looking up for her fb account and pinging her.
She was not so easy and I had great difficulty winning over her friendship to start with. She was a girl with principles, priorities and her self made limits. After our long social media debate (which we plan to soon upload on our blog) and with my ardency I finally managed to be in her friend list.
With time I found myself getting more attracted towards her. Attraction such that i wanted to hold her kiss her whenever I came near. I had developed a closeness with her. A bond where we shared our thoughts our feeling, even the ones we never shared with any one else. I felt supported, cared for, understood and accepted for what I am. This attraction with closeness describes my romantic love perfectly. We share our imperfections and they match and compliment each other perfectly.
With her Meerut is no more the place where i breathe, its the place where my soul resides now. And now here we are beginning with our blog Krishevermore Blog from people who hail from two different states and entirely different communities (our hindu muslim difference which in our society is sadly not a very positive difference). But through this blog we aim to express how such different people can bond and make a perfect lock & key combination (p.s. no pun intended ;) ).
As goes the saying,
Love knows no reason, no boundaries, no distance. It has a sole intention of bringing people together to a time called forever.
-Shanu
