Rejections

Harvard has rejected me. Or so I believe.

I talked to one of the professors who made me feel before, that my resume was competent for Harvard. I still myself believe it is. But may be it is not.

It feels strange when a dream you believe in just comes crashing.A dream for which, you have given so much; a dream on which you took all your decisions for the last so many months. I keep telling Jesse that my life is kind of weird...I do great till the pre-finals. Somehow the finals are always screwed. It's just my luck. Something I cannot fight, or find answers for.

I stayed all night at the lab. And so did Shamit. It's kind of funny when somebody just walks into your life, and wants to be a part of your tears and joy, your pain and happiness. In a few days, somebody cares so much for you to stay up the night with you, trying to wipe your tears and making you smile. And there is so little that he asks for exchange...than some friendship, that too not forever. Cause eventually we would walk different paths.

And the one I think I love? Sigh...he is never there when I cry.I am suffering a series of rejections...some in the matter of my life, some in matters of love.