"In the countdown—three, two, one—I plunged into the depths. As they unlocked the gates to the earth's deepest ocean, I entered a whole new world. My heart beat with a blend of exhilaration and joy, and as I immersed myself, I was overwhelmed with awe."

Suddenly, a splash of water jolted me awake. My mom was yelling, 'Get up, you're late for class!' I sighed in disappointment. Once again, my exploration of the ocean in my dreams was cut short. As I stole a glance at the clock, its hands seemed to slap me awake. I was running late and had to hurry.

Excitement coursed through me on the first day of my Marine Science class. Standing before the university, I felt a sense of greatness in my heart. Worries crept in as I noticed the absence of other students outside the classroom. Hastening my steps, I entered the room to find it was just the introductory session. Anxiety washed over me as I met the professor's gaze. However, his welcoming gesture eased my nerves as he beckoned me to enter. Grateful, I thanked him and took my seat. All eyes were on me, but a cool breeze caressed my face as I settled near the window, bringing a sense of peace and relief.

Taking a deep breath, I began, 'Hi everyone, I'm Tara. I hail from a humble village but carry great dreams within me. My journey into the realm of marine science was ignited by my father, a proud fisherman. His deep-rooted connection with the sea, and the way he shared his knowledge and experiences with me, instilled a profound fascination for the ocean in my heart. Today, I stand before you, grateful for the opportunity to delve deeper into the science behind this vast and mysterious world that has captured my soul.'

A round of applause welcomed me to the class of Marine Science. As I settled into my seat, the girl beside me offered a friendly smile in response to my introduction. In that moment, she became my first friend in this new journey. 'Hey,' she said warmly, "I'm Inaya."

The class began with an overview of the marine science course. When the bell rang for lunch, the bustling crowd led us to the canteen. As we followed along, the crowd suddenly dispersed, revealing a group of seniors. It dawned on me that they were here for ragging, and I felt a wave of apprehension wash over me.

"Hey, Ayan is here! Make way!" The group of seniors erupted into cheers as Ayan approached. I couldn't help but feel a surge of worry and apprehension as I glanced at him. At 6 feet tall, with a complexion bronzed by the sun, his rigid posture exuded an air of arrogance and aloofness, accentuated by his piercing blue eyes. When his gaze met mine, I instinctively lowered my eyes to the ground, feeling a chill run down my spine.

As I eagerly stepped into the midst of the seniors' chatter, a hush fell over the crowd, only to be broken by a playful whisper, "Here comes the beauty of the batch." With a mischievous glint in their eyes, they bestowed upon me a task fit for a romantic muse: to craft a love letter for Ayan by tomorrow. Cheers erupted like a symphony of encouragement, yet amidst the jubilation, Ayan remained aloof, lost in the scrolling of his phone, his attention drifting away from the anticipation surrounding him. I nodded my head, then headed back to fetch my lunch.

"I'm back home, Mom! Where are you?" I called out, searching for her. I found her in the backyard, preparing my favorite food, with a breathtaking view of the lake. She smiled warmly and welcomed me with open arms. I hugged her tightly, feeling my heart at ease.

I shared everything that had happened at the university, and we chatted. Then, I asked her, "I don't know how to write a love letter, and I don't know anything about him..." My mother looked at me and laughed, leaving me confused. She said, "You don't have to write a letter to him. Write a love letter for your man of dreams, for your future man. Imagine him and write a letter that shows your sincerity and respect for him." Her words mesmerized me.

I kissed her on the cheeks and exclaimed, "That's a great idea, Mom! I'll write about the man that my heart wants." I sat by the tranquil lake, surrounded by the cool breeze and the shimmering moonlight, feeling a profound sense of peace over me. With pen in hand, I began to write, and the words flowed effortlessly, like a gentle river meandering through the landscape of my emotions.