Doors to Depression

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I started liking Delhi. One year in Delhi, went happily and I least cared to visit Uttrakhand, not even for Vrinda. I made some new friends. For an instance I was thinking that my life is going well, I’d no problems. My father used to give me twenty-thousands a month for my extra pocket, which was more than sufficient. I was studying well, partying well. But sometimes I used to feel that something is missing. I used to miss Vrinda, she was the one who used to hear me every night and I loved to share my thoughts with her every night. For last one year, I never shared anything with anyone. I was missing her voice, growing up had a disadvantage. We became busy and couldn’t even call each other.

I lived in a three-room flat with two roommates. I used my free time in sketching and cooking. My roommates used to love my food and they encouraged me to open up a restaurant, and I used to silence my passion inside. I had a dream of opening my restaurant in Paris, if my father would have listened to me, I would go for my dream. But maybe this is what people name as the struggle. I completed another year of college with confusion and silence. Now the excitement of Delhi and new life was fading away, I became more of a thinker. I used to daydream, think and observe the life. The first year was full of excitement; the second year was the initial stage of fading of my excitement. And now I had no expectations for the third year. My aim changed from achieving my passion to completing my college and securing a good job at a good firm. My attention over studies increased and I became isolated.

My grades increased significantly and my father became more proud of me. I completely killed my dream. And that is the worst decision I have taken in my life.

The third year of my college was over, and I lost many friends as I became more of a studious boy than a party freak. And now I was close to depression, maybe I was depressed. I would have got depressed, but then Vrinda came to Delhi, her college was over and she was here for a job. Now my life was starting to be on the track. I missed her very badly and when I saw her after two long years, my eyes were full of tears and I hugged her tightly. She cried with me. I don’t know why we broke up because we were meant to be together. And now I was thinking to get back with her in a relationship, but Life isn’t easy. She told me that she have a new boyfriend. That was heart-breaking. But life goes on. We used to meet daily after her job shift and sometimes we used to have dinner together.

I was not depressed anymore. And in these three years, I was changed a lot.  

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