The Last Day-Work !

It recalls me of a saying by Anais Nin, "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born". 
The night before I left office for hostel my throat had a gulp of tears and emotions. I had that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and even though it was the middle of July, my hands were cold and clammy. As we pulled out of the parking slot in the cab, I watched my office building getting farther and farther away. I gripped my handbag and sobbed all the kilometers to hostel.
A lot of thoughts revolved in my mind like a rollercoaster. Was I insane? Why did I choose to put down my papers? How can I forget to fill  my examination form last year? But I knew this was not the time to reevaluate my decisions. I kept wiping my tears and telling myself it was decision to ËXPAND MY HORIZON" in education.
As I reached, and changed myself in a night suit , went to the bed and forced myself to sleep.

Work life is great. Yes, there are a lot of changes as you enter a world of procrastination, cramming and lack of sleep. There are many things to get used to, like working on a floor with sixty people, grow and become strong with time.