The calling ends

No more gestures of familiar faces are a common thing to me. I see people voicing and cherishing their university lives even after leaving it for 5 years, 10 years down the lane. For some reason, I fail to relate to them. I am not sure how they keep the bond and stick to it too affectionately.

I have come across that phase of life too but nothing makes me want to return back to the days. It wasn't one with true people and true relationships, so why would I want to look back? People made connections for need purposes and when they were done, they left you behind. With smiles they greet and with laughter, they leave. Their eyes contained nothing but fakeness in them. I wouldn't want that nightmare back!

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If there is something I would want back it will be for the callings to end. The callings that I still get, often old fake peoples try to keep connections to you only to make you a part of their gossip and to learn about you.

Life needs to stop at that I believe. There is more to life than fakeness. There are more people who will be needing you for your skills, let it be any, but who are they that they want so much from you? I want the calling to end.

It feels like horrific nights, that need some sort of pure shower. Every time I am involved I feel suffocated and unable to breathe. I do like connecting to people but not to fake ones. I dare say, the illness they spread is never washable. Also, the impact they create is nothing more than a scar.

In the middle of feeling intense about the negativity, we often forget the positive aspects. I miss the innocent faces I met on the very first day. I miss the chance to call people by name. I miss being on projects and quarreling for making it perfect, I never did quarrel but my mates did. It was fun to watch. The days were good, the days were even worse.

Now, life is more monotonous as a worker but better than the negativity that laughter now consumes. Most memories are blurred due to them being bogus. How would you feel if 2 years of your life are being hampered due to imposters. 2 years into the drain. Your purpose was to study but you were in between it all. Nor could you breathe, nor could you survive.

I would never want to go back to it all. Now life is monotonous but life is better.