Dilli Diaries Chapter 4: ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
The last day of my first academic year in Delhi, more specifically the last exam was on my birthday. I have so many beautiful memories of that day and so many beautiful people to be thankful for, that it’s impossible for me to describe it. So I’ll keep it simple
It was my birthday and I had my core paper exam. I couldn’t care less, so I studied a little less. My roommates wished me at 12 am and I got a bunch of wishes. After probably a three hour sleep, I woke up to everyone in the planet putting my weird pictures as their WhatsApp statuses. I got a couple of gifts. I went to write the paper, came back, shifted my things to my new apartment. I got ready, went out with my gang who made me feel like a princess. I also had a friend who shared my birthday. We celebrated, had good food, went to India Gate (because why not?). We sang, we danced, played some weird running game till late into the night and also partied in our Uber. We came back, my friends got locked out of their pgs, got almost bit by a somewhat mad dog. Sober ended up sharing 3 beds between 5 people. We slept some, talked more. Got up, said our goodbyes, came to airport and reached home the very next day.
Long story short – had the best birthday and the best day ever!!!!!
Delhi didn’t give me just good friends and great memories, it gave me disappointments, failures, fights and sadness. But when the ending is this good(and when you have these many things to be grateful for) who cares about the bad stuff in the middle. I believe that if a story doesn’t have a happy ending, then we stopped it at the wrong place. This feels like my right place and so here ends my Dilli Diaries – not just because my first year got over also because I’m too lazy to continue… ….
The end (I always wanted to write that somewhere).
It was my birthday and I had my core paper exam. I couldn’t care less, so I studied a little less. My roommates wished me at 12 am and I got a bunch of wishes. After probably a three hour sleep, I woke up to everyone in the planet putting my weird pictures as their WhatsApp statuses. I got a couple of gifts. I went to write the paper, came back, shifted my things to my new apartment. I got ready, went out with my gang who made me feel like a princess. I also had a friend who shared my birthday. We celebrated, had good food, went to India Gate (because why not?). We sang, we danced, played some weird running game till late into the night and also partied in our Uber. We came back, my friends got locked out of their pgs, got almost bit by a somewhat mad dog. Sober ended up sharing 3 beds between 5 people. We slept some, talked more. Got up, said our goodbyes, came to airport and reached home the very next day.
Long story short – had the best birthday and the best day ever!!!!!
Delhi didn’t give me just good friends and great memories, it gave me disappointments, failures, fights and sadness. But when the ending is this good(and when you have these many things to be grateful for) who cares about the bad stuff in the middle. I believe that if a story doesn’t have a happy ending, then we stopped it at the wrong place. This feels like my right place and so here ends my Dilli Diaries – not just because my first year got over also because I’m too lazy to continue… ….
The end (I always wanted to write that somewhere).
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