The raindrops fulfill the space of void the scorching sun has placed☔. The weather has been a constant struggle, resonating with checking emails of geniuses places for interviews. We hope to find hope with notifications of black clouds or a bird sound through technologically advanced instruments. In the middle of struggles and laughter, two messages on the same day welcomed my flight mode. "Hey! When will you come to Lucknow? I want to meet you." The message was from a bully from 2017. Before I lose all my memories, I have to write this so that I remember the arrow-shaped scar on my left arm is left by the betrayal of my own roommates. Allah says in the Quran that a human doesn't have two hearts. It brought in the idea that either they're good or bad. The choice and responsibilities are bestowed upon them. To this day, I shiver at how the bond of sharing tea, biscuits, and lending laptops was all a sham. The screams, taunts, hurtful words seeped through my ear, entere...