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Reason.. for living!!

From childhood till teenage we were taught tht everything happens for a reason, nothing is pointless! A couple of days ago, i was thinking why the hell didi enroll myself fr sum stupid bsc course. I was immature mebbe, just wanted to have a degree in my hand, when I had so much more interest, n mebbe a bit more calibre.. I could have easily opted for a diploma course in montessori!! I could have gone in fine arts .. I could hav studied my fave psychology man.. but i donno what went in me, there was a reason... ammi baba dint want me to go so far, karachi university was real far frm my place, going in a public bus was something u wont prefer when in karachi! but i remember i gave entrance tests everywhere!! frikkin showoff i was! so well, i went to KU as well.. i was fasting that day, it was so hot.. shoot, pyaas lagee thee!! i had got woh SAT wali books to study.. gosh, and after it all, i topped the merit list.. i got call frm tghe uni to join it.. I dint go for the interview.. my journey ended there! so well!! but then i was thinking why did i get myself in this course.. and I realised tht after Mum passed away just 3 mths frm finals, I found out true friends! I had to do nothing at college!! They did everything for me, shit, being just 1 female at home, the house was eating me!! literally!! but these fast friends of mine, they were, still are the best!! love them to bits... and tht is not all when I got 2nd in the whole city, my class of 20 students were so happy.. they just wanted me to achieve sumthing.. it was this which made me realise what I was doing studying bsc!! thats exactly why I was there!! to meet those awesome friends!! :D there is nothing like a true friend who can understand u without telling anything! miss those truest of friends I had made in two years!! I was there for a reason, n so were they! whatever happens happens for a reason, n happens fr the best.. whew.. writing is easy but believing it is tough! cant believe I actually wrote tht, nw I better engrave it on my heart!!!

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