Parnita Sharma
3 min readOct 23, 2020

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The End of an Era (GZB chapter)

I always wanted to express in words, how the place where I last lived in (Ghaziabad/Delhi NCR/Uttar Pradesh, ah! leave, its a long debate) made me feel through these years.

So, after thinking a lot, I realized it was never the place but my experiences, no matter good or bad, but these experiences made that place memorable to me.

I still remember my first day of college, I was literally high on sleep. Everything was new, exciting, and weird at the same time. I remembered puking before coming to the hostel as I was that nervous. But somehow, that all went well. The last day was so heart wrenching that I literally wanted to cry, hugging the foundation pillar of my college (glad!, I did’nt do that).

I met so many people, saw different waves of laughter, and along with that finally I met me, I never found this about myself before going there that, I can be a friend, a helper, an enemy, a professional, a guide, a monkey, a senior, a junior, etc. Believe me, it's difficult to be all of these after being so clumsy (Which, by the way I still am but in certain situations and kinda proud of that haha..).

It’s well said, that “Everyone you meet in your life, cannot walk with you till the end, sometimes they come with a purpose to serve you with something and that’s all.”

It turned out to be true, so now if I look at what do I got from this series of humans coming and going, I have a whole freaky list. Here it goes,

  1. I got a great playlist
  2. Great beauty advices (so, what if I don’t follow…I remember them, just ignore and read futher!)
  3. Pretty serious medical advices (I can literally pass for an emergency physician)
  4. Now I know how to play Pubg
  5. I know that supreme burger is tastier than others.
  6. Beer should not be consumed with a straw
  7. Mastering in C is the best book to learn C language
  8. Best posters can be found in CP (cannaught place)
  9. Carbs burns first and then fat
  10. Chanting om Namah Shivay can cool down the anger
  11. I have a certain degree of night blindness (oh yes!, I do)
  12. Rum tastes good with warm water, when you have cold.
  13. Old songs make the best melody
  14. Relatives are weird worldwide
  15. Playing red hands can cause serious damage
  16. Hunger never dies when you live in hostel
  17. Shahi toast is tastier than any desert
  18. If ‘half-girlfriend’ is possible than so does ‘baeby’
  19. Guys can have better choice in shopping earrings and other stuff
  20. Somtimes best bonds can be made while anchoring in cultural fests and lastly please don’t get me started on the zillas and cities of Uttar Pradesh.

I asked myself a question about, what is that one thing, I miss the most and the memory of which can never make me sad, and guess what, the answer that came out was so instant and ordinary, Winter Mornings….yes, call me insane but it was the best thing, the smell, and touch of that cold air, the dewy look on the windows. Those mornings had always normalized my anxieties (btw, my cold feet still irritates me).

I remember when I walked for the last time for the college’s fashion show, my last words on the stage was “The best thing I have earned in these four years is ‘people’ ”. Now, I think that’s a bit misleading, as it should be “My experiences from these people, have been many of the best things I earned from this place”. No matter good or bad, short or long, at least I know, I felt happy and relaxed with them at some point in my life (yes!…many times without getting high on emotions or beverages <wink!>). Some vibes were too strong to resist and some were too comfortable to insist but anyhow I gulped every inch of it and somewhere they got attached to my soul. For some, who stayed and few who came recently. Thank you and you are lucky to have me. (abusive words are welcome on this).

I finally left that place, but not my experiences,

Left behind toxicity and hardships, but not my favorite winter mornings

Left behind an era but not the love I carried within the 5-year-old me,

On the way to home (Jharkhand) I felt numb, I didn’t want to sob for anything, but I was definitely sad because I know, I am not gonna see those winter mornings again anytime soon.

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