“But Man, you could give time to me too!”, a feeble voice on mobile fumed me up as often and antagonizing me to give up the penultimate chapter in my decisive project presentation. I suffered a zener breakdown.
The girl was none other than my girl who had kept me spellbound and agonized right from the wee days of my B.Tech. Love; from its very idiosyncratic and alleviating gesture impairs human feeling by forcing it unidirectional. Her playful villainy provoked me against the entangling love.
She was indeed the inspiration who stimulated an experience of failure fury thus helping me rise to eminence as a graduate engineer. She by her recursive emotional torture had detached me from studies. Observing the faux pas; as love is often portrayed; I was intrigued by the second thought besides love, my career. Without something to hate, we lose the very spring of thought and action. I hated her to extent of breakdown. In retaliation, I developed the feeling of love for myself. I gave her up for my family and career. And today I thank God for instilling hatred in me for her. She was indeed the utmost pessimistic inspirational wisdom I had ever attained. And I will be grateful to her for my entire life. Thanks Buddy.
This is just an essay that I had written for a competition.Its just figments of imagination.Believe me.
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