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Time is running away from me. As I struggle to make sense of the world I am in, never for a moment forgiving myself that I was the one who created this very world for myself, I get more and more swallowed in its depths. I wonder if I can ever pull myself back to the surface and breathe. I really honestly want to breathe. Why can't I get a second chance? Why. Or rather how can I get a second chance without disappointing those around me and those who depend on me. I have been told that I need to ignore these people and what they expect of me and find my second chance, otherwise I am going to die. This could be the truth and I think that the time is coming very close. Should I be glad or should I be scared of the consequences of breaking away, from familiarity. As a person who has almost never taken a chance, it sure is time for one. But this is also the time for more responsibilities. I do realize and so do you now, that this vicious cycle threatens to continue. Fyi: Written du

I didn’t like the first look of Delhi. The language was new to me, the people were rather rude and the weather was awful. When my family landed there, it was hot, really hot. Since the admission deadlines for most schools were over, I joined a school called Kathuria Public School in south Delhi. It was almost like a government school with very limited facilities. My parents weren’t too happy about my being in this school. Tin roofed row of classes and a play ground in the middle, this was not “our” standard. I also thought this school was about okay (at least the look of it) and I did hope to move out from there the next year. I made a good friend whose case had been similar to mine. We had been too late to join any other school. Nevertheless we enjoyed every day there. The teachers, students everyone around me seemed really nice. I actually quite loved it. A year went by easily. My parents applied for my admission in Delhi Public School. Yes, the popular and much acclaimed “big” s