Maturity call

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Since my arrival in Durgapur, I have been meeting quite a few of my old friends. Talking with them about Life, career, problems, threats, solutions, in a way just tells me about the many days that had passed since the last time I sat on one of those benches in my school, or the last time that I stressed and worried myself over a stringent issue or over a small fight about a useless thing. Those idiotic mood swings and overload of all sorts of creative activities especially during times when you were expected to read the most ,drops a smile in my brain . I still remember mates telling me after our MATHS exam, 'did not you know that drawing the figures in your answer scripts that were already drawn in the question paper would help you fetch more marks?' or ' did not you know that I asked X to invite A,B,C,D on her birthday but not you!' or 'I don't know anything about what I will do next, but smiling inside for it was all planned'. Happy that life has not always been about studying. It has been about those endless mistakes that makes you what you are today. Happy that life has not always been about perfection- because imperfections just made us all near perfect.To recall the first time on stage performance ( into dance since I was four) with people who will completely get the feeling, is a bliss. I know that a single book and some coffee can be one's best friends, but sometimes a mature conversation with a mature friend is more than a solitary lonely bliss. Now when we say that life has become complicated, we mean it. It is about competition, nasty politics. It is about money. It is about degrees. It is about showing off. But no, I dont want to be a part of all this. And since I have grown up, since we all have, we have the right to choose and decide. Ain't we?

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