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 This year, my family built our very own house. It was an exciting milestone for us, a dream come true. However, I was away at college and couldn't be part of its development. Although I managed to visit home a few times during the construction, my visits were brief, lasting only about five days each. During those visits, I mostly focused on rest. I felt regretful and guilty. This was a big moment, and I missed it. My mom and siblings were there, making decisions and witnessing the progress, while I could only hear about it through phone calls. But I was a little happy for I atleast attended the house warming ceremony. Finally, my semester break arrived, and I am home for a few weeks. I was thrilled to see the new house as it had some changes from the house I saw during my last visit, but also, I felt strangely detached. It was beautiful, with its fresh paint and new furniture, but it didn’t feel like my home. I hadn’t seen it grow from a plot of land into a house, and everything f...

Since years, I've been grappling with the paradox of choice. The endless options available to us can be both a blessing and a curse. While it feels empowering to have so many opportunities, it often leaves me feeling overwhelmed and anxious. When I first started college, I was excited about the freedom to choose my own path. Now, in my second year, the reality of making these choices has set in. Deciding on a major, picking classes, choosing extracurricular activities, and planning for future internships—all these decisions carry weight. The pressure to make the "right" choice is immense, and it makes me wonder: does having more options actually improve our lives? Having many options should theoretically lead to better outcomes. However, I've found that the abundance of choices often leads to higher expectations. When faced with numerous possibilities, I start to believe that one of them must be perfect. This makes the decision-making process daunting because I don...

 As a college student, I no longer have traditional homework assignments like I did in high school. This shift has given me a lot of perspective on the impact homework had on my life during my earlier school years. Looking back, I see both the positive and negative sides of homework and how it shaped my academic journey. On the one hand, homework was a valuable tool for reinforcing what I learned in class. When I had to practice problems or complete assignments at home, it helped solidify my understanding of the material. For example, working through math exercises at home allowed me to apply the formulas and methods taught by my teachers. This extra practice made me more confident during exams and improved my overall performance. In this sense, homework taught me the importance of diligence and practice. Moreover, homework taught me essential skills like responsibility and time management. Balancing multiple assignments required me to prioritize tasks and manage my schedule effect...

 The idea of nurturing small fishes in my room at the hostel has been lingering in my mind for a while now. It all started when I visited my aunt's place and saw her adorable tiny fishes swimming around happily in her aquarium. Their colorful scales and graceful movements captivated me, and I couldn't help but imagine having my own little underwater world to admire. Living in the hall, I often find myself longing for a connection to nature though it's surrounded by large trees. The concrete walls and busy surroundings can feel stifling at times. Having a small aquarium filled with colorful fishes would not only bring a touch of nature into my room but also provide a sense of tranquility amidst the chaos of hostel life. The thought of caring for my own fishes is both exciting and daunting. I know it would require time, effort, and dedication to create a suitable environment for them to thrive. I've been doing some research about fishkeeping, learning about the different ...

This evening, my sister was on a rampage about the book "If We Were Villains" by M.L. Rio. She had read three-fourths of it in just a day, and her excitement quickly turned into a passionate rant. I’ve never seen her worked up over books before so this was new to me. She couldn’t stop talking about how James, her favorite character, ended up being the murderer of Richard. The betrayal she felt was palpable, and she kept going on about how it was so unfair, especially because Oliver took the blame and went to jail instead. iconscout.com It was fascinating to watch her get so emotionally invested in the characters. She was genuinely upset, not just mildly annoyed, and it made me realize how powerful a story can be when it deeply resonates with someone. Her disappointment in James was intense. She had clearly connected with him on a level that made his actions feel like a personal betrayal. Her ranting made me see how much she valued character integrity and how much it hurt her ...

 My best friend and I couldn’t be more different. I’m a bit eccentric, always chatting with people, and she’s quite introverted, preferring quieter moments. Yet, despite these differences, we share a strong bond built on patience and understanding. Every day at college, our walks to the canteen or home are often interrupted by my frequent stops to talk with friends or acquaintances. I love these spontaneous chats, but they do slow us down. My best friend, however, never complains. She waits patiently, standing quietly by my side as I engage in these conversations. Her patience is truly remarkable and one of the many things I admire about her. Whenever I try to introduce her to someone new, she often feels shy. I’ll enthusiastically present her to a friend, but she’ll usually just offer a soft smile or a small nod in return. I’ve learned not to push her too hard and to respect her comfort zone. It’s not always easy because I want her to feel included, but I understand that socializi...