After a short but very connective introduction with Miss Daisy, the other students began arriving. The next to enter were Meher, Anaya, Riya, Samreen, Afreen, Farah, and others.
Daisy Ma’am took a keen interest in each of them, asking everyone their names, their percentages from 12th grade, and what they had aimed for in life.
Sania would always remember the first meeting with each of her classmates—their blunt conversations, the raw and unfiltered way they spoke. It was refreshing, something she hadn’t expected on the very first day.
No wonder she ended up gravitating toward some of the most cool and confident personalities among the lot. Intelligence and beauty had always drawn her in, and now, she found herself surrounded by individuals who had both in abundance.
As the class progressed, something became evident—Daisy Ma’am’s teaching was exceptional. She had a way of breaking down concepts so effortlessly that even the most complex topics seemed approachable. But what truly set her apart was her emotional quotient—she wasn’t just a teacher; she understood her students deeply.
Moreover, her minimal age difference with them connected all the dots. She wasn’t an intimidating authority figure but someone they could relate to, someone who had recently been in their place and knew exactly what they were going through.
At that moment, Sania felt something shift within her. She had walked into college burdened with doubt, but now, for the first time, she sensed that maybe, just maybe, this journey wouldn’t be as lonely or uncertain as she had feared.
Poetess from soul 