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2016. 

Wow,  what a year,  right. 2016 took so much from the world. It generally seemed like a sad year for everyone. 

For me, though. It was not bad of a year. I learnt so much, and honestly, I’m leaving the year smiling. 

Looking back, 

2016 was the year where I finally started enjoying my life as a college student. The year I realized that, this place I was in? Not too shabby. Interesting people all around. I just had to open my mind a little more. I had to understand that different people have different opinion. And that’s okay. You don’t always have to prove them wrong. You had to give everyone a chance. 

2016, the year of my first ever moot court. 

2016, where I had planned to travel to 5 places in my vision board, and I did. I went to new places and I got new experiences.Well,  I HAVE to travel more in 2017!

2016, where I had my first accident as a licensed driver. Scary, but I learned a lot, so no regrets there. 

2016; that time when we sat down and sang Yellow (and other songs) under the stars on the Calicut beach. 

2016, the year where we moved into a new home, truly ours. Not rented, not any relative’s but ours. That feeling when you get to decorate your OWN room, is beautiful. 

2016 is the year I recognized my strengths from the weaknesses and working on being a better person everyday. It’s progressed, but still ongoing. 

2016, the year of pride when I got a call in the morning saying something I wrote was published in the paper. It would seem extremely insignificant to others, but to me it meant the world. 
2016, the year when I reunited with old friends for four magnificent days. Pure happiness. Literally. 

2016, the year I made amazing new friendships unexpectedly.  I don’t think I will ever forget that night, I stayed up talking till 4am with them. Finding solace with the last person you thought you would. #midnightbuddies. 



2016 is when I realized that putting myself first is not a bad thing some times. Treat yo self amiright. 

2016, the year I saw that same WB logo on screen after  almost 5 years and cried with happiness. Potterhead, always. 

2016, the year of new obsessions. Kinda ruined my life, but still worth it. 

2016, the year i learned being a positive and kind person costs nothing, but feels great. 

2016, the year I made amazing plans for 2017.

2016, you sucked for the whole world. But you sucked a little less, for me atleast.

And 2017 cannot be all that bad.  After all we are starting the year off with a new Sherlock episode! 

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4 weeks.

‘This place seems super cool! I hope I get in here.’ I exclaim as I reach the gates of my home for 5 years. Of course, I didn’t know then.

Fast forward 7 months. First day of college. I have the same excitement as I walk in. All new (confused) faces. Everyone put up their most sane and well behaved selves on display; So did I.

Then it began. “The Saga of Anagha trying to be like others, so that she would fit in.” I cursed my usual introvert self, and tried hard. Topics I had no clue about, became my favorite ones. The need to impress people grew everyday. The narcissist in me who thrived on the attention, suddenly didn’t get any and was, I quote, “depressed.”

The weekend arrived and took me home.

The following Monday, I was a changed person. “I tried. I can’t anymore.” I thought, if I didn’t try people around would magically want to talk to me. Playing hard-to-get with around 120 people of my batch. As I walked over to my academic block, the building that once astounded me, now seemed like a magic trick you knew the secrets to.

I took solace in the library. I assumed, if I spent most of my time there, I wouldn’t need to talk to anyone and also, I would score good grades. Flawless plan.
But , my library turned out to be a place that would hear my whining and complaints about my college life, to my ‘real friends’ – states away.
Library: where I grew closer to people across countries, than the girl in the bed beside me.

The weekend knocked on my door and I ran home.

The following monday, I was a changed person, once again. I broke away from my cell(phone) and started conversations. The only difference was, this time, it was the real Anagha and not the Cool girl Anagha. (Although, the real Anagha was pretty cool too, thank you very much.) Steering the conversations into my fort√©, I thought to myself ‘ I could survive here afterall.
The real Anagha impressed people, without even trying.

The weekend had to pull me home this time.

The following monday, everyone was a changed person. The obligatory smiles had turned into warm ‘Good morning!‘s ‘
I did it! I cracked the code to happiness! The secret was to be myself. ‘Not really a secret is it?’

And at the end of the rollercoaster ride that was ‘The first month of college’ , when the last weekend was waiting at the gate, I heard it;

‘Hey, will you stay here for the weekend?’

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