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Transition

Its an end of an age. A period of my life. When I wrote my first post it was the end of school life and was getting prepared to step into the world of unkown. Today when I write this post its the end of that beautiful three graduation years. The completion of the basic education of an individual. And now I am stepping into the life of university. A different feeling altogether. Making new friends again. New faces to interact with. New problems to adjust with. A new lifestyle. New routine. And most importantly a new opportunity to make my extended family grow bigger!
Yet after all these years it doesnt feel that long ago when I was holding my father's hand and waited for my school bus to come. Today also I stand on the same bus stand, independent, waiting for my career bus to drop me somewhere I'd be happy to go!  
Years pass too quickly for us. And it wont be long before my university days also get over and I move on to  bag in some more degrees.
So in this race of life nothing remains constant. With time every environment, people, their presence, our emotions everything is in a dynamic state of change. But if we can look deeper we will find something that remains constant. It is our past. We may keep stacking up our memories with the fresh ones but those old memories gives us the short insights of our own life which slowly with the changing time helps us to be a better human being. 
Therefore, cheers to all those gone by times of life and to the new morning that is coming by... 


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