It was a clam place, one of the peaceful places of Guwahati I could say. In fact, the entire situation of city life seem suitable for me. After some days spent wondering around, the forms started distributing in colleges, my percentage was fare enough but not the best to get admitted in cotton college, however, I had no intention to get admitted in a college where it's difficult to differentiate between teachers and the students. Back at home, father was worried, he even asked me to submit forms in private colleges too. However, I was confident about my admission in B.Borooah College, even my cousin was more confident than me. Somehow, I was trying to satisfy my heart with these fantastic assumptions, which could have hit me back. However, after a few weeks of fun, the admission time came. I woke up early in the morning, father was there to company me too as he was much more worried than me. Everyone, got cleaned up n stood ready to visit the college.
