Reaching University Life is the desire of every young boy and girl. It is like a magic that strikes us and makes us unaware of the truth.
Sitting casually on the floor in the classroom corridors, enjoying every season of the season with peers in the canteen, walking around proudly all day impressing the teacher with arguments, and being impressed by peer-to-peer mails.
Understanding heroes and heroines, sincerity, gossip, mischief and laughter echoing in the doors and walls of the university, will all one day become a dream and be buried in the desert of memories and after passing out when you return to the university for the last time.
When you cross the gate and look back, you will see yourself and the rest of your friends laughing, smiling and walking around, then there will be sighs, sobs and you will return home with a heavy heart.
The next day will be very different. It will be like the first shock of the hot sun. Then there will be the struggle for your identity, the search for a job career, then your face will also change and what was in the university will not remain the same.
The reality of practical life, the innocent redness of the face will be taken away and the thoughts of home bar will camp on the face. There will be struggle, there will be effort.
University riots will be forgotten, there will be seriousness on the face. After a while, when you come to the university, you will look around anxiously and try to find yourself like a madman.
Then you will turn to the canteen so that you may find something there but you will fail.
You and your companions will not be there but you will see the characters in the people sitting there and you will feel yourself in them. Your favorite professor will look at you and tell you how much you have changed. He will look at the dusty marks of the bitterness of life on your face and say, man, you have matured.
Time will change your thoughts to your face. If you remember and cry, you will never cry or laugh.
Listen, this is not your story. There are so many stories buried in the courtyard of the university and sobbing. Some incomplete, some complete.
Then you will deviate from the path that leads to the university. You will wonder why you have to endure the pain of memories again and again.
Then you will get lost in the dust of time and become a untold story.❤️❤️❤️❤️