By the end of this year.!

If I would desperately hope for something to happen by the end of this year, that is ; my university academic year to start.

I don’t miss either books or lecture halls.

I miss people, lots and lots of  people. I like to look at them, observe them and listen to them. People are the main proportion of a society. Each one of them has a story. 

They represent their story by the choices they make.

Leaving the School.!

It has been three years since I left my school. 
So As a tribute to my great Alma Mater; I thought of sharing this poem which I wrote three years ago.!

"I was a little girl, when you took me to your hand,
You cuddled me, secured me, gave everything I need,
Your smooth song was sung by the wind,
It released me from every trouble I faced,

Through eight years, till I get matured,
You looked after me.