I walked out of her college gates with a sigh of relief, glad to finally be done with another day of tedious lectures and mundane activities. As she made her way to the bus stop, My mind drifted to the comforting thought of being back home, where I could finally unwind and relax. The journey from my college in Patancheru to her home in Gachibowli was a long one, but I didn't mind. I enjoy the solitude of the bus ride, using this as a time to reflect on my day and indulge in my favorite pastime – listening to music. 

As I settled into her seat on the bus, I plugged in her earphones and scrolled through her playlist, searching for the perfect song to accompany her on the journey. Being a huge fan of Bollywood music, My playlist was filled with songs from my favorite movies, especially those featuring my beloved actor, Shah Rukh Khan. 

I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me, transporting me to a world far away from the monotony of college life. Lost in my thoughts and the rhythm of my steps, I barely noticed the sights and sounds around her. But as I passed by a row of dilapidated buildings, my attention was suddenly drawn to the sight of a group of children playing in the dirt. 

Their clothes were tattered, their faces smudged with dirt, yet their laughter echoed through the air, a stark contrast to the despair of their surroundings. I felt a pang of sadness as I realized the harsh realities of life that surrounded me. I glanced around and saw the makeshift tents of the homeless, the lines of people waiting outside overcrowded hospitals, the elderly beggars with outstretched hands. It was a stark reminder of the inequality and suffering that existed in the world, just beyond the confines of my college campus. Moved by what I saw, I reached into my backpack and pulled out a notebook and pen. 

I always found solace in writing, and now, as I walked, I poured my heart out onto the pages, capturing the scenes of poverty and hardship that I witnessed along the way. My words flowed freely, painting a vivid picture of the struggles of the people I saw, their resilience in the face of adversity, and the injustice of their circumstances. But despite the sadness that weighed heavily on her heart, there was also a glimmer of hope. For in the midst of despair, I had found inspiration, a spark of creativity that ignited my soul. 

And as the bus rumbled down the road, I continued to write, My words became a tribute to the strength and resilience of the human spirit, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always beauty to be found. And though my journey had been long and arduous, I knew that I would carry the memories of it with me always, a testament to the power of empathy and compassion in a world that so desperately needed it. But soon as the bus made its way through the bustling streets of Hyderabad, I couldn't help but admire the vibrant sights and sounds of the city. 

I watched as street vendors peddled their wares on the sidewalks, their colorful stalls overflowing with a variety of goods – from fresh fruits and vegetables to colorful textiles and trinkets. My stomach growled in hunger, and I couldn't resist the temptation to indulge in some of the delicious street food that Hyderabad was famous for. I pressed the buzzer and got off at a busy intersection, where a row of food stalls awaited me. 

The aroma of spicy chaat and sizzling kebabs filled the air, making my mouth water in anticipation. I approached one of the stalls and ordered a plate of steaming hot pav bhaji, My favorite comfort food. The vendor smiled warmly as he served me, his hands deftly mixing the mashed vegetables with a generous dollop of butter before piling it onto a plate with fluffy pav bread. As the bus made its way through the bustling streets of Hyderabad, Kshirsa couldn't help but admire the vibrant sights and sounds of the city. She watched as street vendors peddled their wares on the sidewalks, their colorful stalls overflowing with a variety of goods – from fresh fruits and vegetables to colorful textiles and trinkets. my stomach growled in hunger, and she couldn't resist the temptation to indulge in some of the delicious street food that Hyderabad was famous for. 

I pressed the buzzer and got off at a busy intersection, where a row of food stalls awaited her. The aroma of spicy chaat and sizzling kebabs filled the air, making her mouth water in anticipation. I approached one of the stalls and ordered a plate of steaming hot pav bhaji, her favorite comfort food. The vendor smiled warmly as he served me, his hands deftly mixing the mashed vegetables with a generous dollop of butter before piling it onto a plate with fluffy pav bread. I took a bite of the savory dish, savoring the explosion of flavors in her mouth. It was the perfect combination of spicy and tangy, with just the right amount of buttery richness. I closed my eyes in bliss, momentarily forgetting all the worries as I indulged in my favorite street food. As I made her way back to the bus stop, my belly full and her spirits lifted, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the little moments of joy that life had to offer. Despite the challenges and frustrations of college, I knew that she could always find solace in the simple pleasures of good food and music. As the bus pulled away from the curb and continued on its journey, I leaned back in her seat and let out a contented sigh. I knew that no matter what life threw her way, I would always find a way to persevere – one bus ride, one song, and one plate of pav bhaji at a time. 

As I made her way back to the bus stop, my belly full and my spirits lifted, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the little moments of joy that life had to offer. Despite the challenges and frustrations of college, I knew that she could always find solace in the simple pleasures of good food and music. As the bus pulled away from the curb and continued on its journey, I leaned back in my seat and let out a contented sigh. I knew that no matter what life threw at me, I would always find a way to persevere – one bus ride, one song, and one plate of pav bhaji at a time. This journey gave me the inspiration to unleash my creative juices in the form of poetry and Painting. I wrote an inspiring poetry and added this poetry to the collection of poetry I have already written. Suddenly as the moon shines bright in the dark night sky, I get a notification that there is a poetry competition in my college and if the students want they can submit their poetry via email and participate in this competition. I immediately type my poetry and submit it to my college and sleep. The next day, I entered the college unaware of what the day had to unfold. While I was sitting in the gloomy classroom with yawning faces, There was an announcement made on the loudspeaker, The winners of the poetry competition are as follows.... My heat beats fast even though she has zero expectations from this college... The first Prize goes to Padmini. My face lit up as I was invited to join the assembly immediately. I immediately joined the assembly and took the prize... along with the prize I also received a cash prize of 1 lakh rupees. I am overjoyed by this achievement and with a greatful heart I accept the cash prize and go home and cherish this prize throughout My college journey. This prize adds glitter to my boring and mundane college life assuring me that all though all that glitter is not gold , it still feels fantastic to be identified in the whole group of people. 

Throughout the rest of My college journey, I cherished the memory of that day, drawing strength and inspiration from the knowledge that even in the midst of darkness, there were moments of light waiting to be discovered. And as I looked towards the future, I did so with renewed determination and purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and conviction.

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