My graduation came, didn't took me by surprise. I was mostly ready. Didn't thought about the things this tsunami was taking with it. For the farewell I got ready, only motive was to look pretty no other thought, just being pretty. Everyone was saying goodbyes, confessing things. It didn't hit me there as well. It was just like any other day to me, just included being formally dressed. Then night came, I was okay, even happy looking so stunning in the photos, almost a stranger. Few days went by no realisation; a month went by. It was just a mid-semester break, nothing new. Oh. It hit me. But there wasn't any new semester. I am grown up. A grown up who has graduated, an adult. The panic rushed in What am I going to do now! What is going around me!! Absorbing like a sponge, I came to sense with everything around me. The enormous claw of end was clenching me in. It was the end of college. Since then, things were familiar but never the same again I stood up and looked in the mirror, it was as I was a stranger to myself. I knew who she was, yet she felt so different. She was me. But she wasn't. Glimpses of my past, I saw through my eyes. She is there, but I am here too, and I think that's comforting, strangely. I am her friend, not the foe I consider her to be. Seems like the end wasn't so discomforting after all, just took me by surprise.