Just sitting idle these days as others think about me, but I know that this is the real time I am spending for my own self. Time runs so fast and I think I have left myself somewhere in my college days. How beautiful were those days full of enjoyments and attractions. I very well remember one of my friends whose life was in danger because of this swinging of mind.
I remember the very first day when I had seen a crying soul in her. Though we were in the same batch, we were friends of just hi and bye. I could not think that this is the same girl (her name was Nirupaksha) who makes fun of others and makes people laugh. And so much grief and pain was waving inside unstopped.
One day when after commencing our lectures everyone had left the class as usual, I was also rushing towards the bus stop to catch my bus to reach my hostel. Then suddenly I remembered that I have left one of my text book on my desk itself. So, I returned to my classroom by running and I heard some sobbing sound. A girl was crying sitting on the backbench. It was none other that Nirupaksha, Niru as we used to call her. I was for moment shocked to see that. I had seen almost all the students being tensed or grumbling sometime or the other, but had not seen Niru tensed or sad even once. Though she was not close to me but we were in the same batch from past two years. I was in dilemma whether to ask her the reason of her crying or rush towards the bus stop to catch my bus else I would have to wait for another one hour to get the next direct bus to my hostel. I then decided to devote one day for Niru.
I went to her and asked why she was crying. She suddenly raised her head from the desk, wiped her eyes and face and said “No, No, I am fine. Just remembering my mother, so tears rolled down my eyes.” But her eyes was pointing that there was something serious in her life and she did not want to share with me.
In next part, I will mention her story and how she got saved from the trauma which most of us face during this stage.
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