When we cry we never realize that we will get a good
exercise of laugh when we look back to those crying moments. On 10th
October, first two periods of Career and Counseling session our tutor told us
to work on the counseling role play in group. I am in second group. In each
group we should have at least one topic – topic showing an unripe problem of
the person for the role play. One member should act as a counselor and other
three should be the clients. But don’t think that I am narrating the whole
academic strategy to pinch on to the story. You know what happened – I just
dodged the hidden corner to let slip what has come to pass. A beautiful
memories left behind and a sorrowful wrapping behind those beautiful memories.
There was a glow of these memories flashing light to my past
and laugh at present. I remembered those gone days of agony occurred almost
about six months ago. Those gone days - the days had seemed like the worst
among those counted days. When I think of dice rolling towards my days I have
judged myself through my ignorance. I can get a good laughing exercise from
these replayed plays. An illusionary romance came out from the exchange of unmeasured
love. We use to chit and chat almost half our days. To describe him - he is a
quixotic lover. Nothing more to say he had been good since his stay.
But poor me! I am no better then a flipping pages sounding
harsher then the first flip. When I glimpse through those days and think about
my counseling module I am bit unlucky to have this session module this
semester. However, sometimes I think I have done a great job of an advisor to
myself.
Story started falling for each other catching the illusory
words. Touching each others heart. Moving the fire ball, flaming the fueled
heart and calming the up roused flame. It has been an interesting exchange of
love. It was wrapped with an un……..let me continue next time.
