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Photo Credit: Tumblr.com If I had one more day with you, I don't think I'd do many things differently.  We'd still wake up next to each other. You'd wake up first like you always did. As the morning sun pierces the curtains, I'd curl into you unconsciously, shielding myself. You'd smile unto yourself silently, embracing me. We'd be a tangle of messy hair, blankets and warmth. You'd be the first one to get up from the bed. "We'll be late", you'd say. "Can't we just take a day off? Go for a picnic maybe? It'd be our first date after getting married" , I'd suggest. "Sure honey", you'd say laughing. I'd wake up next and start making tea. After a while, you'd come out of the shower, all steam and water drops. Gently sipping my tea, I'd look at you. "What are you looking at, missus?" you'd say with pretend innocence. "Only my favorite person in the world&q

Photo Credit: Wallpaperup.com I have never been an outstanding  student in my life. When I was in first grade, I used to come out on 7th place out of 10 people. When I was in 10th grade, I used to come out on 49th place out of 220. When I was in 12th grade, oh wait... let's not talk about 12th grade at all. Anyways, never in my life has any teacher been proud to have me in their class. Okay, except maybe one. What I mean is, I've always been pretty average when it comes to studying. But otherwise, I've always been on the smarter side. And I know for a fact that I'm smarter than most people in my class. Just so you know, I've never been the modest one either. Currently, I'm 1.5 years into my undergrad studies. And let me tell you, business school has been an entirely different experience altogether. In Business school, I have felt a sense of belonging. I know this is what I want to do in Life. Being my own boss and all that. In a sense, It's been a bre

PC: Elitedaily.com Silence woke her. As she laid on the floor, saliva drooping from her mouth, she realized it had gotten darker. She must have passed out for an hour or so. She sub-consciously touched her forehead. There was no blood this time but she knew it would bruise. The glass had hit her pretty hard, after all. Hits, Bruises and cover-ups were just another day in this household. As she got bearings of the time and place, she started to look around. Few yards away in the next room, she saw a heap of limbs passed out on the floor. Upon closer inspection, she could smell the concoction of alcohol, vomit and sweat. The view was jarring but she wasn't repulsed. The emotion that overcame her was pity. Pity at the man who was her husband. Pity at the man she once loved. As she looked back, she didn't know where exactly she she went wrong with her life. Born to a privileged family, she was smart and beautiful. No wonder, she had caught an athlete's eye. He was pre