4, Sunday
I left early from a seminar with my friends, when I could've easily stayed for longer and learnt more. Don't give in to peer pressure, ever.
I didn't write in the feedback form that sir gets too close while teaching. I should've done that. Was it fear that overtook me? Or him being in the same room and reading the feedback written in my name? Analyse it. M, don't ever let sexual offenders get away with it. I know it's tough, and heart-breaking, and utterly self-esteem destroying. But my soul, please find the strength within to stay strong and rise above all odds, while at the same time, calling out what is wrong and absolutely not done.
Oh yeah, college works on sundays too, when little girls come barefoot with dreams of earning cash in their eyes, but politics comes in the way and only the few close to the administrators get the booty while the rest are left to bitch about it and trudge back home with a sad, heavy and broken heart. I doubt they pick up the pieces on the local train back home though, those young ones. Somaiya breaks a lot of dreams, except their own-to earn fame and wades of cash...
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