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Montage of my Heart #1




I was in the flight then. Since it was an eight hours long flight, most of the passengers had either dozed off or were busy staring at their respective television sets. I had gotten a window seat, so I looked outside and I could see nothing but darkness. At that time itself, my heart raced backwards and I started missing my parents and friends. No matter how big plans I’d made of having fun, it was the first time that I was travelling abroad without my parents and naturally, I just had to feel a little home sick. What I remember next was just the announcement of the pilot welcoming us to the city of Dublin, Ireland. We were all set. All set to ride the roller coaster where tons of fun, experience and lessons awaited us.
When we saw our Irish brothers for the first time, I bet all of us had the same thought in mind- “How are we going to manage?” But thankfully, it didn’t turn out to be too difficult for me.
I was hosted by the Breens’, my brother’s name being Daniel. Daniel was extremely polite at first. Maybe because we shared a formal relationship then. I personally am not really fond of such relationships. I think he somehow read my mind, because just after 2-3 days after my arrival, we talked like best friends, fought like brothers and I could be my weird self in front of him without any hesitation. I hope it was likewise from his side too.
The Breens were very comforting and warm. They made sure that I didn’t miss my parents at all. I should specially mention John (Daniel’s father) because I haven’t seen a man of the age 60 with a golden heart like his. He was so jolly, funny and entertaining that the age difference between us was brought down to a very narrow margin in just a couple of days.
I never thought that I’d grow so close to my host family. I still remember the night before our departure- after packing my bag-pack I sat down and realised how quick good times pass by. Truly, I’d been given the best 15 days of my life from a group of 7 odd members who became family in just a matter of 15 days. When our flight finally landed here in Kolkata and as we got to see our parents again, I honestly wanted to go back. It was so because this exchange programme is such that no matter how much fun and experience one gathers, one keeps thriving for more.
So, as I conclude, I’d like to convey one simple message to my fellow juniors who aspire to become a part of this exchange programme. This exchange programme isn’t about individuals. It’s about how well you gel with your batch mates. And as far as the tour is concerned, don’t worry, this roller coaster ride doesn’t just end in 15 days, it goes on and on. It lives within you, forever.

Nihil Ultra, nothing beyond.







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