Recently I’ve shifted from a town to an urban place in a large state. The environment is new to me, so as the people of that city. When you came to know that this “so called new” is not new but the thing you’ve already experienced when you last shifted to that village,seems to make you feel less excited about shifting.
I expected that I’ll get a new chance to change the old me and welcoming my new me,but things were opposite to it. I actually never got a chance to change myself coz I was running out of time.
I expected to have a large group of friends unlike I had none when I was in that village,bht seems like people are already having large groups and not having a little bit space for me to fit in.
I expected that I’ll be busy unpacking the things and making blogs and painting,sometimes singing and dancing,but seems like no one is ready to work according to my expectations.
I expected soon I’ll get a notification that “The XYZ University will reopen this September and be welcoming you with warm hearts”,but it seems like this warm welcome isbfar from me right now and not even interested to give me a welcome hug.
The place which is new to me will soon be not new to me. I am trying to fit myself in this new place hoping for better me,a new me.
My Purple World 