The real struggle‘Rohan, wake up it is getting late to the class!’ Santhosh shouted at me. The climate was so pleasant, it was 6:30 in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes, a tear rolled from my right eye, without speaking anything I sat on my bed with crossed legs. Santhosh was tucking his shirt, he noticed the tear, he gently sat closer to me.
‘Rohan are you okay?’ his voice polite and worried. I simply responded to him with a nod, ‘did you get that dream again?’ his face worried and tensed, the pain has increased in my heart by that question, I couldn’t control the pain, it came out in the form of tears. He understood the reason, ‘Rohan, still if you’re thinking about her, you can’t move forward, it’s almost going to be a year, come out of it.’ He was worried and tried to console me. B
