The University Letter
- ashfaaprofessional
- Jul 24, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 28, 2022
"I remember crying and smiling through the tears. All hard work paid off. I did it and I was proud of myself."
“Ashy! You did it…..”
Wondering what the whole commotion was about, I made my way to the small living room, where my mom was holding the very letter I had been patiently waiting for the past year.
And it said, “We are deeply honoured to welcome you to the University of Moratuwa, to enrol in bachelor's degree in Design and development…”

Every morning I would wake up to a small poster of a famous University. Freshening up, getting dressed and rushing to classes, I would tell myself, to be focused on subjects, to make sure I would get the grades that would get me into the state university.
Sometimes waking up when the whole house sleeps, just to open up the business studies notes I had to read and understand and not to forget to make a ton of short notes too.
Not everyone believed that I would be successful because no one in my family had ever done it before. And the priority for many was not higher education but rather ensuring that I get married and move on with my life.
My perspective was different though. I strongly believed this was my getaway ticket. A chance to finally explore life in a new light and a new place.
The whole house seemed to be rocking with laughter. Freshly cooked smells of my favourite lunch were bursting from the kitchen. My favourite aunt had arrived, with sweets and a delicious-looking chocolate cake too. Seems like I would go away to university with a few more pounds of fat, not that I cared, I wasn’t slim anyways.
Phones ringing nonstop and the pings of messages blaring on my screen. Hearty congratulation and well wishes from so many people.
Celebrations went on throughout the night. I could see my parents and brother smiling at me. I knew they would miss me when I am gone and I would dearly miss them too. My cat, not exactly sure what was going on around him, decided to settle in the warm corner behind the sofa and snooze through the entire time.
The day I saw this entrance letter, I remember crying and smiling through the tears. All handwork paid off. I did it and I was proud of myself. But alas, little did I know, that this happy memory would last only on that particular day when this precious letter arrived home, for the journey ahead was far more perilous than I anticipated.

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