All Good Things Do Not Come To An End

Back from the moot. From NALSAR, Hyderabad. The 5th Bodh Raj Sawhny National Moot Court Competition. We finished off as semi-finalists and I got the second-best speaker while Chithra got the best oralist. Thus, it was not a waste of time as I would have otherwise considered it to be, right before exams. I am skipping a paper this Semester and now I do not regret it. I am in a way happy. The competition was the much required confidence booster one needs time and again. Learning to believe in yourself is a continuous process. The good year that had begun, thus, continues *touchwood*

PS. No form of thank you to the man behind all this would ever be sufficient. I love you. 

Off~

The time has come. Off to Hyderabad. There's been a lot to update on. Alas! the fury of time. Exams as soon as I get back. And then the much awaited trip home. The only thing I am genuinely looking forward to at the moment.

See you!

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Phew~

I finally felt the kick. It is 5.19 am and now I am off to sleep. Goodnight!

Reality Check

The exam time-table is out. Twenty more days. 

Moot round the corner. Just Eleven more days.

Memo submission. Seven days away.

And when I am not ready for any of the above, what should I be doing? Freaking out, right?

I wish I was. It would help me be a wee bit productive I'd like to believe.

Because what is Ms. Hazarika doing?

She still sleeps twelve hours. Manages to doze off on the terrace, reading when the sun rays hit her face. Looks up to sky in the evening and gets mesmerized by the moon's beauty. Lost. Her thoughts drift to infinity. Insane. Her lips curl into a smile. Suddenly the dream ends. She is back to reality. As long as she is away, she is happy. Mr. Evidence, Ms. Environment, Ms. International Law, Mr. Arbitration. Confronted, her face droops. Alas! the beauty of dreams.

The Story Continues.

*sigh*

"The clouds have found their new home." "Our home?", she asked. Little did he realise that her happiness was now intricately linked to his. If he was not happy, how would she be!

My Head Hurts. I Need Sleep.

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