I hated the hostel, there was something off about the place, the vibes scared me.
Still, I had to be there. I chose the path myself.
Weeks passed by, and I was on my own, no friends, no enemies, just me and my little world-writing. After the classes, that's what I would do sitting on my desk all evening, writing stuff, the thoughts and beliefs of my heart, my soul.
Apart from this, there was this guy I had known for about 5 years now, but had never met. My once best friend, now my lover, Anurag. He has always been supportive of me, even after all the ups and downs, we would always forgive each other and get back together, and I thought that was mainly because he is the one. Or maybe I just thought so.
I rarely left my room or spoke to anyone but my roommate, and a classmate. But I did have four guy friends I still cherish being friends with, the ones who never had any ill intentions, and would be there for me in a heartbeat. Spending an hour with them everyday slowly slipped into my daily routine and I found a brother in each one of them. Even I had friends now. Still, I preferred being alone most of the day, that was my peace, not being noticed by many. This was because since childhood, I knew what misery fame can bring you and chose to stay away from it, but it seemed to follow me like a curse.
A curse I could never run away from. But my mother always said that the attention was bound to me- my looks, my aura and my heart would always attract everyone to me. But with good, comes evil and that was what I was so afraid of. I could live without praises or positive attention, but I could not afford negative attention, not after what happened in the 21 years of my existence.
The thing everyone wished for, was the thing I wanted to save myself from.
That was the only question I asked myself every night- would my curse still follow me here?