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A finite night of cognizance on our sixth year—leaving traces of nostalgia on our lips as we unfold another remarkable year. Let this night be the beginning of the end of one of the highlights of our teenage dream journey.

Excitement and anxiousness enveloped me as I stood in front of hundred Wesleyans, ready to unleash the wit and charm that’s been hiding inside me. Pageantry isn’t strange to me, it’s an acquaintance—more like an old friend waiting for a recognition after years of hiding in the dim light.

I am not after the crown. I am not after the winning. I am not after the bragging rights. I am not after the most coveted title that night.

I am thirsty for astonished freshmen. I am thirsty for amazed sophomores. I am thirsty for nostalgic juniors. I am thirsty for wild seniors.

I am thirsty for a closure with a bang, an ending with an explosion and tear filled eyes of my batchmates—sadness mixed with relief as we bid our ultimo adios to Wesley.

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“Abandon all hope ye who enter here..” -Divine Comedy, Dante

Ignorance was all over me upon hearing this quote when I was fifteen—letting it slip through my tongue as if it’s just an academic thing that I have to forget later. Now a matured and nurtured seventeen year old lady, realization struck me. There’s no going back. Once you put yourself in a purgatory, know that there’s no begging—just endless torture, demons drowning you and the hardest part is you have to let go of the thing that keeps your sanity intact. Your hope.

I’m in inferno and I can’t find my way out—because there’s none. Where do you find yourself? Have you found your paradiso or are you burning in inferno—without any choice but to abandon all hope you’re clutching in your hand upon entering?