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Small things in Life

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It's only at the end, that we remember the beginning.

Now that 3 years of college life is coming to an end, all I can do is think back about every single day that I enjoyed in these three wonderful years. No matter what I do, these days won't come back, and what they say, it is true, College days are the most wonderful days of life.

Now when I look back, the first thing that comes to my mind are those small things that happened throughout these years. The moments which I thought will linger in my mind forever, are actually the last of memories to visit my mind; whereas the moments which I never thought I'll remember are the ones which visit first and also the ones which leaves a huge smile on my face.

The best of the memories are the times when me and my friends used to run to canteen during break to buy snacks and cold drinks, and used to find that there was a shortage of coca-cola for the day. So, we had to share. With 2 bottles of coca-cola on the table, and 5 people on a chair around it, it used to be a game of 'Dog-and-the-Bone' every time. Who can pick up the bottle and manage to gulp down huge sips before the others found out? There were times when we used to miss classes because none of us were able to pick up those bottles without others noticing, and leaving before the bottle was empty, was not something we used to do.

Another memory which comes to mind is when we used to sit in the last benches of our class and used to open our boxes during the class time, and eat food while our lecturers were writing on board. It's an immense joy to sneak food all through the class and eat while the lecturer is busy teaching. And when someone in the front benches get caught, teasing them is even more fun.

With life on fast track mode, I realized that moments like college fest, meant less important than, playing music in class and the whole class dancing for it, or planning and executing a mass bunk just because we were feeling lazy to attend classes, or even a simple day at class where we used to sit and gossip with our lecturers about their lives or their time in the staff room.

Now that these wonderful days are almost at an end, I wish I could go back, just to live all these small moments yet again, because they meant the most to me. After all, it is the little things which makes the big difference. 


I would really like to thank the Coca-Cola Community for giving me this wonderful opportunity to cherish these memories of a lifetime, and pen them down so that it could be remembered forever.

 

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Journey to a New Life

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Ever since I was a kid, I always thought about the day when I'd grow up and be independent so that I could get my own place, move out, and live by myself. But when that day finally came, I was scared deep down inside. With packed bags surrounding me, I turn around and take one long look at the room that used to be mine. A place which was always messy, with clothes thrown around everywhere, with books all around the place, with covers and papers strewn across the floor - now looked totally clean. There was nothing there, everything cleaned out. 

With a sad sigh, I pick up my bag and walk out, locking the doors of the house behind me. My parents were waiting for me at my new place, which I was going to start renting from that day. As I stood at the gate of the place which was my home for 20 years, all the memories come rushing - me running around the place as a kid, me watering the plants with my grandfather, me watching my brother ride his first cycle in the front yard, me playing with my cousins on the porch, me and my mom standing at the gate and just randomly talking about stuff. What seemed like silly things when they took place, now played a special place in my heart.

I had always waited for the day I would move out and be by myself. The day where nobody would be there to tell me when to wake up, or when to close my book and go to sleep. Isn't it a dream of every single soul to have that utmost freedom? And what happens when this is received? You get scared. It is an understandable human emotion, I believe. It is normal to get scared a bit when something you were always dreaming about, comes true.

As I make my way to my new home, I feel butterflies in my bellies, the fluttering of which stretches to my heart. As happy as I was to be independent, I was also sad that I had to be without my mom, I was worried as to what would happen if I fell ill, and I wondered if everything would turn out to be fine.

My new place, 1BHK house in one of the most populated areas of Bangalore, glowed beneath the lights which was put all over it. Picking up all my stuff, I make me way to my new home, a place which would be mine, at least for the next couple of years, with hopes that everything would be fine. 

Now, I can proudly say that it's been one hell of a scary ride, but the journey was totally worth it, as everyday that I spend at my new home, I'm learning something new. To be more independent with every passing minute.

I'd like to thank Housing for giving us this wonderful opportunity for sharing our experience in starting a new life. Starting a new life never seems easy, but honestly, with your mind and heart in it, anything is possible.



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Sweet Memories of a Shared Laughter

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Sometimes, the most memorable day of our life usually turns out to be a very simple one.

It was just another random morning, the only difference was that the Best Friend of my life was next to me, throughout the whole day instead of being miles away. It started out as a very lazy day, where we both pretty much walked around the house like zombies trying to finish our morning chores. 

It was no special day, or even an holiday for that matter. Thirteenth of March, 2015, the day I bunked my classes so that I could stay at home and enjoy a day with my best friend instead of going to classes. With a bruised knee and strict mom at hand, it was decided that staying at the house way a better option than to roam around the streets.

So, after not giving much thought about what we had to do, we sat down on the couch and then the time flew so fast, that it was decided by default that we'd be couch potatoes for the rest of the day. As we sat on the couch with TV running in the background, we talked and talked, and then talked some more, about everything and then nothing. We had serious political discussions, we reviewed movies just by viewing the trailers, we cracked very very poor jokes, we laughed on those jokes till our stomachs hurt and eyes filled with tears from all the laughing, And then we cracked more jokes. 

After days of spending my time at home, all by myself, being totally bored, as I was to be getting bed rest, this day was better than any walk in the park or a day at an amusement park for that matter. After spending hours on that couch with her, I realized that, sometimes, it is not about where we are, or what we are doing, it is about the person we are with, cause they will ensure you have the same atmosphere around you no matter where you are. 

She's always been an inspiration to me ever since I met her, and that day was more than inspirational. Not only did I learn a lot about various stuff that goes on, but I also enjoyed a lot, and didn't get bored even for a second. For someone who had lost hopes of having fun, who thought that her bruised knee would ruin every chance that she'd get, this day was definitely a sunshine through a dark room. She gave me hope, hope to look up and understand that there is indeed a lot that I can do and that I shouldn't give up hopes, on anything, no matter what.

I've told you this a lot of times, but let me tell it again, Thank you, Thank you so much for traveling all the way over just so that you could cheer me up and spend some time with me. It means a lot, and it was, indeed, one of the best days of my life.


Lastly, I'd like to thank Housing, for giving us this wonderful chance of sharing our most memorable day. Thank you so much.

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Smile. Smile Away!

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When the Summer is stolen away from heavy rains, it is only common to expect our Indians roads to be slippery and filled with water. 

Alas! It was a rainy day on that Tuesday Morning, when I started my vehicle to go to my college.Getting drenched in the pouring rain, I made my way to college as slowly and yet as fast as  possible. I was almost near the college when this incident, or should I call it, an accident, took place.

What else can a Rainy Day, Slippery Road, and Sudden Break result to? As I applied sudden break on my vehicle to stop it from hitting the auto in front, my vehicle skidded and the result of it was me falling on the road, and the vehicle falling on my leg. As an unbearable pain in my leg almost made me blackout, people around rushed to help me out.

The impact of the vehicle falling on my leg was pretty bad, due to which I wasn't able to actually move my leg at all. Thankfully, I was given a chair to rest in and some water to drink, after which I gave a quick call to my darling brother asking him to pick me up. 15 minutes later, My brother and Mom are next to me, at which point I solemnly burst into tears, which I had been holding back all along.

The next hour passed quickly as I was rushed to a hospital, and my leg was examined, and doctors came and went, giving me medicines and what not. Finally, came the Orthopedic who examined my leg and told me that it looks like a ligament sprain, and that I had to be on bed rest for the next 3 days. To someone who's on the verge of having her college life taken away from her forever, this news sounded worse than a death. As I cursed the doctor inside my mind, I made my way home thinking that my life was over.

Then, I made my way home. Unable to walk, I made my way from the door to the living room jumping on my left leg. The first thing I see as soon as I reach the living room is my - almost 4 month old - nephew who's on his tiny bed on the floor looking all around. I make my way to him and sit down on the couch opposite to him.

He looks at me and then sees my leg which has a knee cap on it. He stares at it for a couple of seconds before looking back into my tear filled eyes. As I look into his cute little brown eyes, he flashes his most beautiful smile at me, as if he understood everything that had happened and is genuinely happy to see that nothing worst had happened to me. At that moment, my heart melted, and all my worries faded away, including the pain in my leg. I ask my mom to pass him over to me, and then I pick him, and give him a tight hug.

My little Cutie Pie, managed to make me lose all the bad thoughts in my mind at once, by just his cute little smile. Whoever said that, Kids brighten up a home, were telling the truth, cause my little kid, manages to take away everyone's worries with nothing but his charming smile. I love you my darling, I love you.
 

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Just when I had thought that all was lost, my little Nephew made sure to remind me that there's a lot to look forward to and that there was nothing to worry about. Children surely light up a place, and make 'a house' as 'a home'.


I really want to thank my Nephew for cheering me up so well, and for keeping me company throughout the days of my bed rest period. I would also like to thank Housing Look Up and IndiBlogger for giving me an opportunity to write about my crazy adventures.

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