Class tests and Term-papers galore. I hate to let the last week of my life in JU be so hectic that I'm left with no leisure to gather memories enough for later. And though in retrospect, I'll love and sorely miss this excitement of last-minute pouring over books and notes, writing fervently on white sheets of paper against a rough wooden bench, the handwriting deteriorating as the invigilator announces the barely few minutes left in which to cram the major part of the answer, and a sense of jubilation even after a terribly bad exam- right now I believe I'm dying under the pressure And I hate the lack of opportunity and time to indulge in sweet afternoon nostalgia and going over fond, fond memories again and again and again.

At the cost of sounding EMO, I am now wary of trusting anyone. Everything is just made of words. GODDAMNIT.

Every relationship demands a transparency, a mutual trust and scope for respect. When either of these demands is not met, the relationship fails. And accepting falsehood and dishonesty is never a condition for ideological flexibility or liberalism. I have always hated lies and I will not compromise even if it means letting go of people I value.