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THE END.


If you have read my previous blog, you would know that college was never really a place I enjoyed. For a long time, it felt like somewhere I had to go every day out of compulsion. But things changed in my final year. I found really good friends, and without even realizing it, I made memories that I truly cherish now.

Yesterday was my farewell.

We all came dressed up, took countless selfies, and walked into the venue together. It felt strange in a way, because for the past three years, we were the ones who worked tirelessly for every department event. But yesterday, it was our day. We were the special ones. Our juniors welcomed us so warmly, and even though it felt unusual, it was actually very nice.

The program started on a happy note. We laughed, cheered for every dance performance, sang loudly to the songs, took group photos, and received blessings from our professors. Everything felt light and joyful.

But things changed towards the end.

From being the ones who were enjoying the most, we suddenly found ourselves standing at the edge of tears. One of my classmates, Monica, came forward to recite a poem about our three years journey. She spoke about group assignments, sharing notes, last-minute preparations, and all the small moments we never thought would become memories. She even imitated the famous lines our professors always say in class, and that was the highlight of her recitation. We laughed a lot while she was reading.

But at the end, when she spoke about how all of this is going to end, it hit us hard.

No more sitting together in class and laughing for no reason.
No more bunking hours.
No more roaming around the campus like we had all the time in the world.
Everything has really come to an end.

Some of my classmates broke down in tears. I tried so hard not to cry. I never expected that leaving college would feel this heavy, especially because I spent so long thinking I never really liked this place. But in just one year, I made memories strong enough to make goodbye this painful.

When I watched the farewell video, I realized something.

It was not just a farewell to college.
It was a goodbye to my student life.

For almost fifteen years, my life had one identity - a student. And now, slowly, that chapter is closing. The next few weeks will just be exams, internals, and semester, but the feeling is already different. Yesterday felt like the real ending.

A goodbye to college life.
A goodbye to the student era.

And I am grateful, for the people, for the memories, and for every moment that shaped me into who I am today.

A sad, heavy, but beautiful goodbye.

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