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r voices beckoning me. I can feel it! I was never one to do anything without

me back. When I was ten years old, my mom

ant. It was a beautiful silver heart-shaped pendant, ornamented with a rose on top. My mom used to tell me that the heart was her and the rose was me. Whenever I touched

hough my parents' spirits are alive in my heart. However, I was left to wonder why she never told me why dad left her so soon?

make me who I am today. Granny wasn't like other Indian grandpare

here to achie

ere, I did the necessary admission requirement and headed to find my dorm room, hoping it's clean. Si

all beds placed in the room and a study table at the side. There are books on the table and I l

e I believe and now I ha

wearing jeans and a top with her hair tied in braids. Of course s

my attire up and down. I was wearing Kurti and leggings. I am I

Roomie," I tell her. "N

after acknowledging that I read

asked, pointing her in

" I reply w

ver seen him face to face? Does he look the same in re

galow, so it was common for me to see him," I

ade me chuckle. It was very common for me because I've seen him many times. But people who live o

r a while and she tells me ever

e it is our first day, we celebrate there. It is a

ens again. That feeling reappears... this time the voic

oved