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Feelings are nothing but wanderers having

Feelings are nothing but wanderers having no specific destination. I knew it that gathering permanent feelings for a temporary person is stupidity, but still some happenings can never be controlled. So we must flow with the wave of life and explore new surprises which are meant for us. Loving and caring for Shaina was my wish and I carried it for a decade, but recently my lime light was Disha's story and when I came to know about it, I felt Disha's emotions and get carried away. ID card and Disha's being comfortable made me try to hold her hand so that I can keep her happy forever and for this I ignored the main point that is, it's impossible. Not just with Disha, but with Shaina also. With time passing I tried to normalize my emotions and started walking as a simple friend. Though it was not going that well-turned with Shaina but Disha was playing her role perfectly as a friend. I was a changed guy from the old version of mine from eleventh. Was happy, cheerful and calm as the river which made others to talk with me in any of their problems. I became a secret diary for many and it was making me feel pleasure. Everything was fine and more than perfect which I can never even expect from life. If something was missing, it was the old studious Karim. Every single day was gifting me a memory and like beads, I collected them and made a necklet. The Twelfth was going to be the memorable year of my school life with lots of tiny precious moments and in that menu, some new items were added when we started practicing for the teachers day program. We were the senior most classes, thus have to arrange parties for teachers on coming teachers' day and also have to play the role of a teacher, whole day, by teaching in various classes. It has been a dream for us since the childhood as we always observed seniors taking our class on the fifth of September. Time was flowing so fast that we couldn't understand when those tiny eyes scribbling dreams made it to reality. We prepared events list, gifts and distributed works to every classmate like we did in farewell giving program. Like back, I again took the job for being a host with Pinki by my side. Shaina was there too, but she was a volunteer this time. As all other works have been distributed, it was now the toughest thing to select a teacher. I had lots of favorites, but had to select only one of them. I decided for being our English teacher, as he was the favorite of all of us. But as easy it was looking , as tough it was. Few more classmates also kept the same wish to play the role of him. Though with time, all of them changed their options, leaving the post for me. Even there was a desperate boy too, who wanted to do the role. But later on he also agreed to take his step back and let me become the English teacher. Our English teacher who was our class teacher also, was a kind and humble personality. Every single one in the class admired him. Even once another teacher was assigned as the class teacher of ours, but we all classmates wrote an application to the principal with our signatures to change him and bring back our English teacher. So it was surely from beginning that I will get a tough competition.
Feelings are nothing but wanderers having no specific destination. I knew it that gathering permanent feelings for a temporary person is stupidity, but still some happenings can never be controlled. So we must flow with the wave of life and explore new surprises which are meant for us. Loving and caring for Shaina was my wish and I carried it for a decade, but recently my lime light was Disha's story and when I came to know about it, I felt Disha's emotions and get carried away. ID card and Disha's being comfortable made me try to hold her hand so that I can keep her happy forever and for this I ignored the main point that is, it's impossible. Not just with Disha, but with Shaina also. With time passing I tried to normalize my emotions and started walking as a simple friend. Though it was not going that well-turned with Shaina but Disha was playing her role perfectly as a friend. I was a changed guy from the old version of mine from eleventh. Was happy, cheerful and calm as the river which made others to talk with me in any of their problems. I became a secret diary for many and it was making me feel pleasure. Everything was fine and more than perfect which I can never even expect from life. If something was missing, it was the old studious Karim. Every single day was gifting me a memory and like beads, I collected them and made a necklet. The Twelfth was going to be the memorable year of my school life with lots of tiny precious moments and in that menu, some new items were added when we started practicing for the teachers day program. We were the senior most classes, thus have to arrange parties for teachers on coming teachers' day and also have to play the role of a teacher, whole day, by teaching in various classes. It has been a dream for us since the childhood as we always observed seniors taking our class on the fifth of September. Time was flowing so fast that we couldn't understand when those tiny eyes scribbling dreams made it to reality. We prepared events list, gifts and distributed works to every classmate like we did in farewell giving program. Like back, I again took the job for being a host with Pinki by my side. Shaina was there too, but she was a volunteer this time. As all other works have been distributed, it was now the toughest thing to select a teacher. I had lots of favorites, but had to select only one of them. I decided for being our English teacher, as he was the favorite of all of us. But as easy it was looking , as tough it was. Few more classmates also kept the same wish to play the role of him. Though with time, all of them changed their options, leaving the post for me. Even there was a desperate boy too, who wanted to do the role. But later on he also agreed to take his step back and let me become the English teacher. Our English teacher who was our class teacher also, was a kind and humble personality. Every single one in the class admired him. Even once another teacher was assigned as the class teacher of ours, but we all classmates wrote an application to the principal with our signatures to change him and bring back our English teacher. So it was surely from beginning that I will get a tough competition.
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