So where was I?
It has been a long time since I have visited World Pulse. You can interpret many reasons for my absence. But to be honest, I did not have anything interesting to write on. I am a dreamer and all I have is those dreams, which will take time to come true. Once I thought I could write about my dreams. But then it would sound like a silly girl’s stupid talking.
You must be wondering, why and how this girl has started writing?
Yesterday night, Sunita Basnet, (All of you must have known her) a very good friend of mine, who is also a selected correspondent for the Pulse Wire called me to come to her room. So sweet of her, she shared some of our cultural food she made for her teacher and classmates. She was talking to people from World Pulse and told me that they had suggested me to keep on writing. Sunita had also asked me several times to write. I did write, not for the Pulse Wire though but for my teachers (assignments) and my friends (emails).
So what I had been doing all these days except those writings?
I finished my last term for the foundation course. We had art history course, which though in the beginning I described it as “borinteresting” (an adjective I discovered myself) since it was boring a moment and interesting in other, I find the classes interesting these days. History was never my kind of thing, but lately I have been reading so many books about history that I can’t stop searching for books in the history section of the library.
I am doing a lot of reading these days. Why not? We don’t have nothing much to do.
Studies – done (Though an art history presentation- pending)
Gym classes –done
Final exams – done
Phew! With all things done, it’s so hard to kill time. Now you must be thinking, ‘why didn’t she write then.’ But what would I write. I was and still am leading the same mundane routine. The same morning bathroom sleeps to late night diary time. Yes, I write in my diaries some personal stuff. I wish it had been easier to write like in my diaries but it’s not.
But yesterday, as I was talking with one of my friends and sharing all my dreams with her, she suggested me to write down my dreams. And then YES! I got my subject to write. The one I had thought of earlier but then rejected one. I can talk about my dreams, which though may sound stupid, it still is my dream. May be sharing with determined people like here in World Pulse might be more helpful than shaping them in my mind.
So here I write...