Carrying Courage Back to Campus!

- By Swathi

I reached home that evening, heavy with silence. The usual chatter in my voice had vanished, replaced by a dull ache. I sat on the floor near the kitchen where Amma was making dosa, the scent familiar, yet oddly distant. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I poured my heart out, every detail, every second of confusion, every flicker of panic inside that exam hall.

She listened. Patiently. Carefully. Like only a mother could.

Then, with her softest smile, she said, “Nothing ever goes in vain, papa. Even the broken days teach you how to stand taller the next time.”

That was all I needed. Not solutions. Not miracles. Just those warm, motherly words to soothe the storm inside me.

Appa sat nearby, nodding. “You did your part. That’s what matters. Let the rest unfold,” he said in his calm, steady voice.

For the first time that day, I smiled. Not because the pain was gone, but because it was shared.

The next morning, I returned to the university. Same route, same breeze, same trees along the pathway. But something in me had shifted. I wasn’t just walking to a department anymore, I was walking back with courage stitched into my steps.

The sun was mellow when I returned to the university, my hands heavy with bags full of fruits and sweets, a small celebration clutched tightly after days of storms inside my heart. I stepped into the hostel, the corridors unusually silent, as if they too were waiting to welcome me back.

Opening the door to my little room felt like opening a time capsule. Clothes scattered, notes lying helplessly, the faint smell of books, and untouched dreams floated in the air. It was messy and chaotic, just like my mind had been.

I didn't hesitate. Slowly, with care, I picked up every piece, folded back every dream, and placed every hope where it belonged. I wiped the dust not just from my table, but from my soul too. It felt like I was stitching myself together one small act at a time.

After setting everything back in order, I fell onto the bed, this time, not with worry or fear, but with a strange peace that wrapped me like a mother's embrace. I closed my eyes and let sleep carry me gently into a world where, for now, everything was still and okay.

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