ion. The sad part was that I was leaving India, more specifically my home town, Baroda. In all my 18 years of existence I had never lived anywhere else. I was leaving behind friends, whom I had known for the past ten years or even more. As I hugged everyone for the last time I had this uncontrollable urge to cry. When I finally reached my best friend, I had to draw out every bit of self-control in me, to prevent myself from breaking down. I did not want my parents to see me crying as that would upset them great deal. Some how I controlled my urge and just a tear, betraying my inner turmoil, moistened my eyes. Thus, with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye I boarded my flight.As soon as I took my seat, I burst out. The flood gates opened and the suppressed emotions engulfed me, and for the next few minutes I sobbed uncontrollably. I figured it was best to let everything out. I am sure I must have been a pretty amusing sight for the other passengers, but at that instant I couldn't have cared less. Later, when I was more in control of myself, I felt awkward because every time I stood up to use the rest-room I could hear hushed whispers(or maybe I just imagined them). Once my outburst was over I felt much better. Still, with my eyes seemingly on the book, I could not stop myself from thinking about the people I was leaving. Their faces and their words kept coming back to me. I was not going to see them for a long, long time. That was the single most disturbing thought that kept haunting me. "When will I see them again?" I began to reconsider the wisdom of the decision I had taken to attend college in America. I had made that decision about six months back. I was lucky to have parents who encouraged me, and moreover, were willing to pay for a very expensive education. There were two main reasons I made this decision. Firstly, I wanted to learn about relatively new technological fields and very few colleges in India had adequate infras...
