On the 31st, Kiran was supposed to go back to Kerala, but he didn't get a ticket, so I was under the assumption that he might not be going back today. Kiran is Chettan's friend, and I was asked to drop him off at the railway station. By 5, my duty was over, and I had wanted to cut my hair for a couple of weeks, so me and Sabir went to the 10 number. Sinduja Mam suggested a butterfly haircut, but the stylist was of the opinion that it might not look good on my hair, so I went along with the usual layer cut. Unni called in between to say that Vallyamma had some chest pain and had to take an ECG; it had some deviations, so she was asked to meet a cardiologist. I was a little worried, but they were told there is no emergency and we can meet again tomorrow. The worst thing about growing up, I believe is watching our parents become weak. its painful...
We went to Bake and Shake and ordered a lot of food. I ate my first ravioli and cinnomon roll.sabir ordered a cucumber cooler, which was yummy. it was nehla's birthday, we vedio called her but as she was working cooldnt talk much. After placing the order only i remembered that Kiran was going at 8, which he informed me 1 hour before, but it was already 8 by then, so we dropped the plan to go to Navyas. I got a rakhi for Sabir and tied it in front of the shop itself. Sabir was supposed to go to Ira's for reading, and they were waiting for him for dinner, so we dropped by at Ira's too.
Bake and Shake was one of our favorite places while we were in UG. Me, Fida, and Ancy used to go there often. Their lasagna is very tasty and used to be my favorite. My last new year of UG, I celebrated it with ancy at Bake and Shake. No other shops were open then. It was our first new year in Bhopal; usually we would all be either home or on the train during new years. If I am home, nothing much happens during New Year's night except for the 1-2 times Maneesh and Aswin Paul would scream Happy New Year while they pass by my home, and I would laugh while lying down on the bed. On trains, I do nothing but sleep. So that was the first time I was out for the new year, but nothing was there in Bhopal. While coming back, we stopped at the research center's gate, where time was shown as 00:00:00; we even missed that moment. lol. A temple near by had some Bajana, so we went there, stood there for some time, got some prasad, and came back to college by 12.15. Sabir and some other guys were dancing on the ground, playing music on their mobiles. That was the only party we had for the new year. When we reached the hostel, everyone was asleep, and we woke everyone up just to say happy new year. That was the entire celebration of that year's new year, 2019!
Coming back to the present day, while we came back, we also called Rishika to join us. We talked for hours watching students play foot ball, had a Maggie, and said good-bye for the day.
I was pretty upset at night. It was a very good day, but it got really bad at night. I had a little fight with one of my closest friends. I am a very sensitive person, and I get hurt by things very easily. I was very upset about a thing that I found was not right, and I am brutally honest about how I feel, and this always brings issues. The same happened today, but I didn't have any other option but to stand for what I believe. In the past, I used to get very upset if something like this happened, but I observed that I have changed now. Even though I get affected by people, especially by the people I really care about, very easily, and often the people we love the most hurt the most. I am now trying to not get affected by such things with the same intensity as before. Relationships with people were always tricky for me; I am not good at maintaining them, and I get overly attached and dependent on people I love-my parents, friends, relationships, and everywhere else. It's tough, but now I am trying to be mature and leave things as they are, accept things as they are, and sometimes let people go. I don't know how successful I am at that, but I am truly trying.
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