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Dimple
“Can’t stop thinking about your dimple”
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“What’s so special about dimples anyways? All they are is a developmental defect.”
This is what I’ve always said to myself; to be honest I’ve really never liked dimples and found them cliché. Like what’s the hype? And yeah… I do not have dimples… Jealous? Naaa!!! What’s there to be jealous of? I mean isn’t it hypocritical to like an imperfection when we all thrive for beauty and perfection. Yeah, I know this is being petty over such a trivial thing but my brain refuses to agree with the world and demands answers.
Shuffling through my tote bag I was walking towards the park. Off days are the best. I’d sit in the sun and read all day. I may take a walk in the park… May be… It was a rush hour on the roads so we had to wait a little longer than usual to cross the roads. While waiting for the signal to turn green for the pedestrians I took out my headphones and plugged it in my cellphone for music. As I was searching for a song to play the light turned green and everyone started crossing the road from both sides. I was half way through the zebra crossing when I looked up and the world stopped for, I don’t know how long. All my opinions were slapped back in my face.
“How can something so cliché look so beautiful?”
The answer was beyond me; the thought of never being able to see such a beauty again left my heart to take sink but it recovered eventually thanks to my book at hand….
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A day at university without my bestie was worst; my other friends were busy with their classes and here I came to uni for nothing. I had two classes and both got canceled due to some meeting and here I am headed towards the gate to leave and resume my romance with my bed. The worst part was; my department was at the end of the university and farthest from the front gate. Although there are many gates to university but my dorm is closest to the front gate so I have to walk a lot nonetheless.
As I walked towards the gate, I saw students going on about their business, some playing around with friends and others were busy studying; sports teams were practicing their respective games in the specified grounds. It was same as always but we can observe better when alone. What I may have failed to notice when I first came to university was a camp set up in the multipurpose ground or it was set up while I was in the department. It was a blood donation camp that is held twice a year every 6 months by students from the university’s medical campus and it went on for as long as 3-4 weeks. It not only educates students how important their blood is but also about blood diseases. Students donated blood and also got their blood type checked. Students could also volunteer to help around with the stuff. As I had nothing better to do, I made my way towards the camp to have a look. There was a seminar going on about thalassemia, how patients suffer and how important blood donated by the students was for saving their lives. I took a seat and it went on for 30-45 minutes and the seminar ended with an encouragement for students to donate blood. Not gonna lie I was moved to give blood right there and then but when I saw the needle piercing through the skin of this one student donating blood I chickened out.
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-NEXT DAY-
“You should’ve told me that you were taking off so I wouldn’t have come as well. Do you have any idea how bored and lonely I was.” I lightly punched Kai’s arm in mild annoyance. “Even the classes got canceled and I came here for nothing.” I sighed.
“Sucks to be you.” She laughed shamelessly only to receive another punch. “I overslept and when I woke up my head was killing me for sleeping too much.”
“Whatever. You better get me food to make it up to me.” I demanded.
“Says who?” she retorted only to agree after receiving a glare from me.
We walked to the class to start a long day of information overload.
-AFTER CLASSES-
“Where are you going?”
“To the blood camp.” I may have not donated blood but I ended up volunteering because I felt bad for not donating blood.
“Well! I’ll head back to my dorm to...
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“What’s so special about dimples anyways? All they are is a developmental defect.”
This is what I’ve always said to myself; to be honest I’ve really never liked dimples and found them cliché. Like what’s the hype? And yeah… I do not have dimples… Jealous? Naaa!!! What’s there to be jealous of? I mean isn’t it hypocritical to like an imperfection when we all thrive for beauty and perfection. Yeah, I know this is being petty over such a trivial thing but my brain refuses to agree with the world and demands answers.
Shuffling through my tote bag I was walking towards the park. Off days are the best. I’d sit in the sun and read all day. I may take a walk in the park… May be… It was a rush hour on the roads so we had to wait a little longer than usual to cross the roads. While waiting for the signal to turn green for the pedestrians I took out my headphones and plugged it in my cellphone for music. As I was searching for a song to play the light turned green and everyone started crossing the road from both sides. I was half way through the zebra crossing when I looked up and the world stopped for, I don’t know how long. All my opinions were slapped back in my face.
“How can something so cliché look so beautiful?”
The answer was beyond me; the thought of never being able to see such a beauty again left my heart to take sink but it recovered eventually thanks to my book at hand….
----
A day at university without my bestie was worst; my other friends were busy with their classes and here I came to uni for nothing. I had two classes and both got canceled due to some meeting and here I am headed towards the gate to leave and resume my romance with my bed. The worst part was; my department was at the end of the university and farthest from the front gate. Although there are many gates to university but my dorm is closest to the front gate so I have to walk a lot nonetheless.
As I walked towards the gate, I saw students going on about their business, some playing around with friends and others were busy studying; sports teams were practicing their respective games in the specified grounds. It was same as always but we can observe better when alone. What I may have failed to notice when I first came to university was a camp set up in the multipurpose ground or it was set up while I was in the department. It was a blood donation camp that is held twice a year every 6 months by students from the university’s medical campus and it went on for as long as 3-4 weeks. It not only educates students how important their blood is but also about blood diseases. Students donated blood and also got their blood type checked. Students could also volunteer to help around with the stuff. As I had nothing better to do, I made my way towards the camp to have a look. There was a seminar going on about thalassemia, how patients suffer and how important blood donated by the students was for saving their lives. I took a seat and it went on for 30-45 minutes and the seminar ended with an encouragement for students to donate blood. Not gonna lie I was moved to give blood right there and then but when I saw the needle piercing through the skin of this one student donating blood I chickened out.
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-NEXT DAY-
“You should’ve told me that you were taking off so I wouldn’t have come as well. Do you have any idea how bored and lonely I was.” I lightly punched Kai’s arm in mild annoyance. “Even the classes got canceled and I came here for nothing.” I sighed.
“Sucks to be you.” She laughed shamelessly only to receive another punch. “I overslept and when I woke up my head was killing me for sleeping too much.”
“Whatever. You better get me food to make it up to me.” I demanded.
“Says who?” she retorted only to agree after receiving a glare from me.
We walked to the class to start a long day of information overload.
-AFTER CLASSES-
“Where are you going?”
“To the blood camp.” I may have not donated blood but I ended up volunteering because I felt bad for not donating blood.
“Well! I’ll head back to my dorm to...
