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Just another day

Crying on my dad's shoulders, wiping my nose on his shirt wasn't my idea of proving myself as the strongest girl he had ever seen. Neither did something terrible happen for which I had to flush 2 litres of my tears, nor was I being scolded for not doing my homework. It was just another day of my life when a B.Tech final year girl was being advised to get married before her beauty starts fading. I am not sure if I am ready to take it as it comes. Getting married to someone I don't know and then spending my entire life with him, accepting and getting acquainted to believe that he is my soul mate and my only fate wasn't my idea of a perfect life. I may not be strong enough, I may not be confident enough, but I definitely wish to live life my way.
When you have been a good student throughout your schooling and college and then suddenly you seem lost and confused as to what is going to be your next step in life, a time comes when you see yourself falling into a ditch which is dark and makes you blind enough to not be able to see your own self. Inside your self motivated heart, the frozen child fears What if it eats me up? The ditch might be full of poisonous insects, maybe reptiles,  who are ready to grab a bite of you. You might feel there is no other option but to wait for a ray of light, but at times if the ditch is deep enough to block the day light you might need to find your way out before the darkness engulfs you in it. Make darkness your identity and not a hindrance, just like Batman who turned his fear into his symbol of identity.
My life sucks right now, for I am not yet placed while all my friends have a job in hand, being a girl the only option left for me according to my so cultured society is, to get married in a wealthy family where I can spend my entire life making chapatis and bruise my knee pacing up and down.
I know my definition of letting the good times roll is a little weird and off-beat, but I so badly want the good times to roll before I fall from my train and start rolling away from the track. I hope Sahil has a bad taste to tolerate this piece of nonsense.  

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