Burnt

After the 30s, your mind cannot remember things. Why do you still want to study at this age?” My friend, Tara, spoke insensitively. Her negative vibes reached me faster than the smell of the curry she was stirring. With a quick bye, I moved out of her house, with a thought “I want to be the most educated person in my family.”

How I got the admission in Masters and which subject did I choose, I saw no reason for sharing that information with Tara. It would have burned her like the roti she had made that day.