Estrategias orientadas al mejoramiento de las dimensiones y a la morbilidad

here are certain things which make us different from others. I always wanted to do something different in my life and whenever I looked for that my mom slapped on my face and I was back to my studies. When I started understanding the things around I came to know about the reason of being engineer. If your neighbour is a doctor or an engineer, anyhow you have to be. Luckily or unluckily I had both, so one thing was sure that either I’d be an engineer or a doctor. This is not the end; you have to get ready for their questions and

suggestions-1.How’s placement in your college?

2.When will you get a good job?

3.How much you scored in last exam?

4.You are an engineer, please repair my computer/fan-regulator, etc.

5.Side by side look for government job as well.

6.Is food not good at college or is there any matter of girl?

Though last question was correct but my answers were also in the same way every time, ‘No aunty, engineering is so tough, we don’t even get time to think about anything else and if someday I find someone, of course will tell you first. Genuine answers for genuine questions.

Free suggestions are always available so I treated them in that way only; just ignored and did what I wanted to do. I was watching movie on my laptop when my cousin Kavya entered the room. Many sand castles we made together, so shared a good bonding. I paused when we had fun. She took my laptop and clicked on folder win32.

‘Who’s she?’ she asked, her eyes slightly squinting, as if she didn’t like her.

‘Just a friend,’ tried to ignore her.

‘Are you sure? I know just a friend,’ she smiled, she liked her but was confused why her photograph was in my laptop.

I asked the same question myself, ‘What is she doing in my laptop, she should be here in front of me…forever…my soulmate.’

‘What’s going on here, he doesn’t have anything to do and you are also into,’ mom looked at us; we laughed, and then looked at each other.

Mom came to me and asked, ‘When are you leaving for Noida?’

I knew that she wasn’t happy with my departure because she wanted me to be at home and to spend time with family.

‘Mom, just after a week,’ I tried to make her happy, pulled her hands and stood up.

‘When will you come back?’ she asked.

‘Just after my summer training, I’ll come back.’

‘Can’t you enjoy your summer vacations with us and join any of the institutes which

suit you. You can discuss with your dad to join BSNL if you feel so.’

‘Yes, mom but nothing suits me here and I don’t want to join BSNL. People are lazy over there,’ I contradicted.

‘Your dad is working there from the day you were born, even before that. Your sister has done masters in computers, you’re doing engineering, we have a nice place to live happily, still do you really think people these are lazy.’

‘Mom I didn’t mean that. He is my hero but I want to learn something,’ I replied despondently. My mind gave a strong punch… Oh learning!

When you are in love, you do things for your love and compromise with many other things.

We both had fixed our summer schools in Delhi so that we could spend time with each other. We both were from different skills, different places but destination was same…to be with each other… to love each other. Chronically we were drawing a picture of a new journey…JOURNEY OF TWO HEARTS.

‘I’ll fill colors in that picture when she’ll come to my home forever,’ I said to myself, closed my eyes and felt mellow music, her beauty, my beauty and everything seemed completed.

When you are in love, you never look back, you ignore everything but just live for that person, and I was at the same phase.

So, I reached the hostel of Jaypee Institute of Engineering, Noida on the morning of May 24th. I was tired, sweating in the sunny day. I unlocked the room, switched on air ducts, relaxed for few minutes. I leaned back in the chair and put one leg over the arm of the chair, I was missing home.

I explored the room, opened the windows and looked out and then again closed them. Walls were painted as I could smell, table was full of dust, and I closed my eyes for few minutes.

After ignoring few calls and service messages on the screen, I called Pakhi.

‘Hey…what’s up?’ I asked placing my bag into the cupboard.

‘Nothing, where are you?’ she asked me very eagerly.

‘I just reached few minutes before,’ I replied with tiredness.

When there is no naughtiness, there is no flavour of love. I added, ‘Ok, see you tomorrow, I’m very tired.’

‘Hm…ok,’ she replied, no words after that.

‘Ok, bye,’ I disconnected.

At the next moment, phone flashed, a message- What happened? Did I do anything wrong?

I didn’t reply, and left for bath, dressed well and then called her again.

‘Miss gorgeous, get ready I’ll reach Anand Vihar in next thirty minutes,’ I replied boisterously.

‘I knew it! How come Mr. Tiwari told me to meet tomorrow. By the way why did you not tell me that time, now I have to get ready,’ she asked blandly.

‘Because I love you so much, now get ready and come soon,’ I kissed.

‘Okay, bye. See you.’

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