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Facets of Luxury

Facets of Luxury

It was a bright day. I stepped into my college campus with mixed feelings. The thought of leaving behind my monotonous uniform, unpolished shoes, socks with no hint of elasticity, ribbons that spoiled my trendy haircut and the school bag that convinced me to take up weight-lifting, set my heart racing.

Within a week, the excitement vanished. I vowed to never watch an Indian college based movie that shows extravagant party for freshers, cultural events that last a week and long tours with amiable teachers. As each morning dawned, the affinity towards my school grew further. The confusion in selecting and ironing my attire for the day, made me long for the uniforms that I once despised. Even though the college cafeteria had a variety of meals, it didn’t match up to the days of passing tiffin boxes in the Mathematics period. Untangling my hair every night made me yearn for ribbons. The frequent quarrels between various departments made me realise the importance of value education period in schools.

Everything that I hated about school, now seemed a luxury. As I sat reminiscing, it occurred to me that everything I have now would seem luxurious after my first job.


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