I still remember that December morning, that mail that changed it all- my college admission confirmation.
I had wished for a college in neighbouring high class city, and had been selected in a reputable college in that city in the previous admission round. However I wished to change my stream and had gone for second round of admissions.
That was the time after my surgery, that most of those who know me do not know about. My parents were the ones checking the admission letter, which college I have been selected in. I had my expectations secured that I would get into that college I desired. However, a few minutes later, my mom comes to me and says,
"Honey, where is this town?" While taking a random village-like name.
"Mom, what're you talking about? We did not enlist any such college in the list."
I was in despair after seeing that what she was saying was true, I was indeed selected in a village college due to some mistakes from our end. It was too late, I could either accept the admission, or drop an entire year.
My parents strongly suggested we decline the offer, they were ready to donate any required amount to any college I wanted, as long as that made me happy.
The town the college was in was some place we never even heard about, but when we checked maps, it was too far from home, and being the doted child since birth, my heart ached at the thought of leaving my family behind to move into a small town. At this point, you might think I am degrading small towns, but honey there are places with absolute disgusting people, and my intuition told me this was one such place. I had everyone telling me not to go, or suggesting me one thing or other, but the burden of all those voices was too much to handle.
Part of me wanted to refuse, part of me believed in good. All I could do was listen to the little voice in my heart.
Being the optimistic girl that I used to be, I accepted what came along my way. Stating "there must be a reason behind this. I trust my Lord." And I was convinced there was a story waiting for me.