Memories.................

On a walk through the road last weekend ,A torrent of memories rushed through my mind and I began to feel a bit nostalgic for lifetimes past.

Let me explain: As I think back upon my years here, I feel like I've lived several different lives. I've gone through many different incarnations of identity, starting out as an exceedingly dependent, naive and uncertain child, and transforming into an autonomous, self-assured and aware adult. And as I think about leaving this place where I learned so much about the world, and also myself, I can't help but reminisce on the years and experiences past that have gotten me here.

Looking back, when I first moved here, I was a fresh . I didn't think long and hard about my decision to move to stupid school (VDEM) . It was simple, really. It seemed like the most terrifying thing I could think of doing. I knew that school would challenge me in ways I couldn't even imagine, and though I was petrified to do so, I knew moving here would help me gain the independence, confidence, and life skills I desperately needed. . During that first year, it really felt like i was experiencing the unwanted things for me. Its kinda hard to differentiate schooling here to metro type ,But because i was new to chitoor, and admittedly a bit intimidated and afraid, i stuck to my home. Later i got into good interaction with group of friends near my home .It seemed I spent every weekend hanging with the exact same group of friends, plus a few others we picked up along the way, that I'd spent my time with in school. We are still young, and able to go out both weekend nights and stay out 'til the sun rose

After about a year or so, I met a guy and embarked on a tempestuous and turbulent year-long relationship. That was my second identity, one that I'm certainly not proud of, but am now able to realize how much it helped mould me into the individual I am today.

Thankfully, I grew up, and shed that unfitting self. I decided that in addition to being myself, I needed to learn how to rely on nobody but myself. That was my next self-challenge.I learned to love the silence of every place i go, and really found myself in the solitude.

During these years I started meeting new friends through college and various classes, and built some of the best friendships I've ever known. One in particular, with my now dear friend, A. Without him, Im nothing. I spent a lot of time writing . This time was about me. I filled my life with aloneness, very different from loneliness, and embarked inward on a journey of self-understanding and growth. I remember feeling annoyed when people would ask for plans, like they were infringing on my "me" time...but it was all "me" time. I came to a realization, after a while, that I needed to learn to balance time to myself, and time with others.

I started writing in full swing and more, a couple of months back. It was a bold and uncalculated move, and if I had to do it over again, I wouldn't give up my day. . ...i learned a lesson from my co bloggers so,Follow this advice, because it's one of the hugest lessons I've learned during my time here till now: don't let go of one rope until you're holding onto another. I thought I was gripping the rope of WRITING tightly, but, unfortunately, the very nature of it is that it's fickle and uncertain.