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 class corridors. Enjoy every season of the season with colleagues at the canteen.
Impressing the teacher with arguments, walking around proudly all day and being impressed by fellow peers, thinking of himself as the hero and heroine of the department. Sincerity, gossip and mischief and laughter echoing in the university door. Everyone will one day become a dream and be buried in the desert of memories and after passing out you will see the last time you cross the gate of the university and look back and see yourself and the rest of your friends laughing, smiling and walking around. Will come then there will be sobs and you will return home with a heavy heart.
The next day will be very different. Then there will be a struggle for your identity, the search for a job career, then your face will also change which was the university man will not remain the same.
The reality of practical life will take away the innocent redness of the face and the thoughts of home bar will camp on the face. There will be struggle, there will be effort.
University games will be forgotten. There will be seriousness on your face. After a while, when you come to the university, you will look around anxiously and try to find yourself like a madman. You will make loud noises but they will not return. Then you will turn to the canteen so that you may find something there but fail. You and your companions will not be there but you will see your own character in the people sitting there You will feel yourself in them.
Then your favorite professor will look at you and tell you how much you have changed. You will see the dusty marks of life's bitterness on your face and say, man, you have matured .... time will change your thinking up to your face. If you remember and cry, you will never cry or laugh.
Nazneen will also be a gift of time like you, with whom the university seemed like paradise, time will change it too. She will find an excuse to live a life fighting memories like you. When it rains, the memory of the university campus and its laughter will take your life.
When the fog reigns in the winter, you will see a smile on the beautiful U-turns of the university wrapped in that warm shawl. Whenever you start eating good samosas, you will suddenly hear a snarling sound on the canteen for snatching and sauce. You will stop eating and cry but time will push the thought again and you will move on.
Listen, this is not your story. How many stories are buried and sobbing in the courtyard of the university. Some incomplete, some complete. Then you will deviate from the path that leads to the university. You will think how much you have to endure the torment of memories again and again.
