Dreams just come!

No matter everyone was so happy and so was I and why I shouldn't be? I scored ninety-five percent in my tenth grade. I was sure of choosing literature as my subject for further studies but in a moment my entire world turned in such a way that I ended choosing biology. I tried to convince my parents for one month to let me opt for literature but in the end they made me opt for biology. I wasn't like that I wasn't good enough in science but it was about my dream ,my passion of becoming a writer. Dreams don't wait for the right moment they just come!

I was admitted to one of the most prestigious coaching institutions of India. My preparation for NEET begin!

I wasn't interested in biology so most of the time I would spend in either writing poems and stories or reading novels. I used to write diary and it was my only friend to whom I was able to confide everything but the day my mom knewed of it she snatched my only best friend from me! I was shattered but somehow I was determined to not let go of my dream. Everyday was a big struggle for me and I was continuing to move on without any pause despite of hurts, aches and pains. My feet were covered with scars but I was still running towards my dream.I knew it very well that my parents won't support me with my dream but I still believed that one day they will realise their mistake but I was wrong. I just wanted my parents to love me, to support me but I think my desires were a way too high for my parents. I don't expect a lot from anyone but atleast I must have the right to speak for myself, to dream whatever I want but I was expecting too much. I ought to live passionately and that is why I loved and cared deeply but nobody needed my affection.I wanted to shine like stars but my sky was too cloudy. I didn't wanted to regret that is why I keep working tirelessly. No matter how thorny the road was I kept running. I gave up sleep for my dreams because I don't wanted to gave up my dreams I've been chasing for almost my entire life.I put a lot of efforts not just to fulfil my dream but to fulfil the dream of my parents too. I was struggling to make the both ends meet so that my parents won't blame me that I disappointed them and so that I won't have any regrets that I didn't listened to my heart and didn't followed my dream. It was really very tough for a fourteen year old girl to keep maintaining the balance between the two. Two years were a big deal for me because I wasn't sure of myself that how long I'll be able to survive with all this. And finally that day arrived when I was really tired to keep everything to myself so I vent out all my my frustration and everything embedded deep down in my heart on my parents but I was wrong about one thing. I was wrong that I listened to my parents and followed them blindly, they didn't left out a single option for me, it was a do or die situation and once more I sacrificed my dreams for my parents. This was the third year and I thought just this once I gotta give my all so that I can be free from my parents. I worked damn hard to make it possible. I was tired even then but that fake smile really worked! I would cry entire nights because I was unable to hold more, I was exhausted but who cares? I was like one of those broken girls whose heart wasn't broken but whose dreams were and those dreams meant everything to her.

I was desperate but devastated, I was willing but didn't had any choice, I wanted but let go, I dreamed but all in vain. I know I could move on with what my parents wanted by calling it all as a fate but I was not a coward. I was broken but I wasn't weak, I was forced but I wasn't coward, I was made to do what I didn't wanted but that wasn't my destiny! I believed from the day I've come to my senses that I'm the only one who is responsible for my story and who can make the edits besides me no one else has the right to do so.

Soon the third year came to an end; I did my best and I couldn't do more than that so I was satisfied with myself. I made it to the medical college but I was not happy because it wasn't my dream. I thought that I should talk to my parents but it was useless so I got admitted in medical college but my all focus this time was on my own dream, dream of becoming an author. I am still worried of whether my parents will someday be proud of me not as a doctor but as an author. I'm still working on my dream and I know that one day my rainbow will come smiling through! After all dream is just a dream it just comes out of somewhere, in between something and end up being the best memory that will forever be in my heart.I trained myself so well to act like everything is okay even when it wasn't. I had a long way to run and I continued to run even when I was injured. For me my dream was worth more than anything else. I didn't wanted to survive, I wanted to live. My dreams were ordinary but my spirit and determination to make my dream true was extraordinary. I've come to learn to love myself for who I was,who I'm and who I hope to become!