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The Trigger

I can barely remember that day. It was the first day to begin the 1st semester as freshmen who newly entered the university, a strange new place which needs to be discovered, a new world of revolution in life like a worm turning to butterfly. Fortunately, I wasn’t alone. I had a companion who spent more than years who named Fazel Rahman. We entered the university with a bright assumption of unexpected life changing journey. I can sense them again, the singing of the birds heard from unknown places, the green campus full of trees of various shapes and types, mostly I did love the idea of being a collegian who aspired to bring an alteration in his life.

You might have imagined how it feels to be proud of being chosen from hundred thousands to be a part of unique community. After searching the campus to find the department of ours, finally, we found it. It was a white two floor building with a huge entrance door in front of it full of announcements. I entered the department gazing all around with excitement. It looked as if life has finally given me finally what I deserved.

Most might think it wouldn’t be a big deal to enter to university, but for me it was different. I have always dreamt of being a collegian who studies in the biggest university of the town. Anyhow, since it was the first day, I asked for our class and entered the class. There were handsome youths exchanging chit-chats, some were laughing together, the girls were making up themselves and some were silent – God knows what they were thinking.

Ultimately, the class started to begin and came the professor. He called the names and divided the class into two. I was called to be in A class which was downstairs so I went there and so did my mate. We were talking, laughing, having greetings with the other mates when the professor of our grammar course entered the class. He greeted everyone and welcomed the students.

The lecture started but I was wandering through the gardens, trees of high height, and the campus I aspired to have a pace in. It always felt amazing when you are fell in the day dreaming while the whole world is crashing but nothing can take your joy of dreaming. Since it was the first day, each one wanted to exhibit the talents they got to the professor so they can be noticed and be remarked as smart students. So, I did the same and talked about the notion of the day.

The class finished and everyone got out of the class. On the way to go out of the department, someone taped me in shoulder as if he has known me for ages. I turned my face and saw a young man with hairs shaped like gentlemen, dark eye brows, small but sharp nose, a smile which appeared to be a chuckle more than a smile and shaved beard and mustache. He wore a suit in dark gray with white shirt and a clean but stained shoes in his feet. He taped me again.

“You have a perfect English for a young man” said he, “Thanks, it’s your kindness” I replied. His comment was a life-changing ideal which triggered my talents to boost. After some comments getting exchanged between us he left me with a smile and said “nice to meet you”. I could sense the feeling of pride in myself which altered the way of my thoughts toward myself. For me, it wasn’t really a simple comment but a revolution. From then on, every time I saw him, I smiled and loved him for he was generous to me. I bought him beverages and helped him with the assignments. Moreover, he was honest and had a honor full of loyalty to friendship, I never doubted him for he had made a place in my heart.

Now, I can realize how somebody can be tricked only by having a good comment. I still believe in his friendship, but I wonder what if everything went wrong. It’s all about the sentiments that needs to be controlled or it will be propelled by others, simply by making a food comment they can built a place in heart and can compel us to do anything using our own emotions. Keep your sentiments in your hand. Neither get upset by any rude or offensive comment, nor get happy and lose yourself to your emotions. Words are deadly triggers to heart and soul. Keep in mind!

Basam Murtaza Tahoor
2:59 PM, 22th March 2019

Basam Murtaza Tahoor
Author: Basam Murtaza Tahoor

Basam Murtaza Tahoor is an English Writer. He has written many short stories, articles, and poems.

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