Not very many people inform you that the student life is like struggling between two personalities; the person you were and the one you are still in the making. You experience every day that weird combination of vigor and void inside you. Sometimes, you are fully ready for anything; on other days, you are looking at the ceiling and asking yourself if you are living life the wrong way. University life is not the movie-like dream you have always pictured. It is not only fun, love, and quick success. It is long nights with the academic materials you cannot make out, silent laughter over tea, and little falls in the middle of the people with whom you pretend to share “just tired eyes.” It is maturing quietly, painfully, and beautifully, one incomplete task and unexpected smile at a time. You will see people arriving and departing. You will part ways with friends that you thought would be there for a lifetime, but then again, you would meet newcomers who seem to get you better than anyone else did. You will shed pro habits, fears, and identities that once felt fixed.
Amidst all that, the giggles, the misunderstandings, the weariness you will transform. Not forcefully, dramatically, but gently. Gradually. Like dawn after a long night. You would come to a point when you acknowledge that it was not all about marks or internships. It was all about transforming, getting to live in doubt and still deciding to be present. Because that is the way to perceive growth.
Silent. Unsteady. But genuine.












