 Picture Credit: Pankaj Tottada When I left my home, I was eighteen, How the world will be, I was keen. Being a teen, an adventure was all that I wanted, But to pursue it, all things turned out to be unsorted. In my youth, the most beautiful gift I ever got was a boon of friendship. I nurtured it with my loyalty and lent a supporting hand, But when things go wrong, I look to see no one around. I learned that sometimes it’s not the people who change, but it’s the mask that slips. Only years later, I was skilled enough to deal with masked personalities. However, the next leap of learning was a huge one, As I was stuck in the pursuit of earning tonnes. Though it wasn’t a cakewalk, It was a proud moment, as I was the protagonist of my own talks. For a few days, everything about me made everyone around me curious, Right from my dress to my carelessness. But, with time, I lost it as well and In the very end, All I learned was, Every one of us can only love one person after all Ourself! Team
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