The Basket Ball

In a few more days I'll get to know the answers to a lot of my questions. As the day approaches I can't help but sense this certain amount of fear. I just figured out that only four colleges offer the course I want to take up in my State. Way to go competition. And as though to make things worse, only one of them is in the city I live in. This I great.

The fear is partly cause of the fact that I might have to leave town to study. Its scary enough to know that I have to stay in a hostel, and now it might be in one further away from home. This is what I want ironically, to be away from my parents. I love them very much, but I will not learn to be independent if I have them to take care of me. Yet I feel fear, fear of the unknown.

Imagine you attempted to shoot a basketball into the hoop and the ball just lingers undecidedly around the rim. In that second, in that miniscule second, when you are waiting to see if the ball will go in or out you sense this fear, right? That's the kind of fear I feel right now. Just waiting, all you can do is done, hoping fate will do good to you. You will find yourself taking to the ball, like it can actually understand what you are saying - get in. Those two words are the only two words in my mind too.

Wish me luck!