BEING the first one to graduate in the family, I visualise my journey ahead to be nonchalantly blank. The only good thing out of this is that I am the youngest and hence less is expected from me.
I remember towards my recent graduation, despite feeling paradoxically like a tranquil sequoia tree and a disastrous earthquake, my mind went on a parade with banners blanketing the street of my physical brain, spelling “There Is A Way Out”.
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