“Oh look at her man.. DAMN that girl is hawwt..Since when did Loyola start having students like her?” I hear the group of boys comment as I pass by them to my canteen. Once I enter the canteen, I start searching and after a second my eyes lie on them. There they are my two best friends Sam and Rishi. They get their breakfast and settle with me on my table. For a brief moment we started to talk about our final year project which was actually to find a cure for blood cancer using Deep Learning. Then we go to our allotted venues and start working on our project and then our professor Dr.Drew comes in. After a few hours of working we get up from our seats to go out and get some air, that is when Dr.Drew asked Rishi about his badminton classes, and then his gaze goes to me “ohh there she is..Crystal! When are you going to get serious about your life and your career ?”. The question made me feel like a punch on my stomach. Sometimes I really do wonder how I am seen through others eyes, how do people think that nothing hurts me?. Well actually the answer to that question would be me myself. I really don't like it when people see the dark and ugly side of me. I don't want the people to look through my scars that I'm hiding. Would they even like me or even talk to me after getting to know my ugly side?. All my thoughts clear up when Sam nudges me with his elbow and asks “ hey is everything okay?” and there I am again,putting on my widest smile and pretend like nothing happened and tell him “ Everything is always right with Crystal” and I give him a wink, then I turn towards Dr.drew and tell him “ Of course I am serious with my life and that is why we are heading to the canteen to eat something and take care of my life. Do you want me to get you something sir?” This gets me a chuckle from my professor and he gestures at us to leave soon.
Feeling empty inside even when my eyeliner is on point. I always wonder if the other billion people in this world also feel the same as me? But I guess not because if the whole population of the world had an empty soul like mine I don't think we would have got the great motivational speakers. Then everyone must be feeling empty for a while but then I guess, they just learn to overcome it. Will I also be able to overcome this emptiness ? I was Having my lunch with my class group, but when I say class group please don't even think that they are all nice to me because THEY HAVE NEVER BEEN. On my first day at college I was very annoyed and angry because I didn't like to join an engineering college because I didn't know the reason it could have. Maybe because of my sister, who scolded me so badly and told me to not take engineering because of my low scores in my 12th std. Yeah it was actually a very bad score, my percentage was 53.3. I just passed all my subjects with the minimum score required for clearing the subjects, even the easy ones like English and french. But then my dad wanted me to have a good career. I had no idea about what other course to take so it was very easy for my dad to manipulate me and join me in engineering. You know on my first day of college when people were introducing themselves all I heard were their 12th grade percentages. I heard 160, 150,198.189,144. The lowest percentage I heard was 144 and I was actually about to pee my pants because my percentage was 86 out of 200 which was VERY VERY LOW. and once people came to know about it everything changed. Their way of talking to me changed and their way of talking about me changed and their way of looking at me changed. All this made me hate college even more. I was very angry, frustrated, and irritated on my first day. I saw this handsome boy sitting in the first bench with his mother on the first day and that was the first time I felt my stomach churn and I couldn't hold eye contact with him because his eyes were brown as honey and I wanted to drown in the sweetness until I got cloyed. “Crystal!! I have been yelling your name three times, now what are you daydreaming about?” Asked sam.
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Chapter 2 I entered college with numerous scars, I had no hope in the life I was living because life was eating me alive even when I was pushing hard, so hard to stay solid. When your whole life has been a mistake it is actually very obvious that you would end with all the unwanted scars. And that was what I was left with.
By Crystal Richard3 years ago in Confessions
The Habit Nobody Applauded
When people talk about success, they love to talk about big moments. The first million. The viral video. The lucky break. But nobody talks about the quiet years. This story is about one of those quiet years. Ayaan was not born poor, but he was not comfortable either. His life sat in that dangerous middle place where dreams exist but resources don’t. Every morning, he woke up with the same heavy feeling in his chest — not fear, not sadness — just uncertainty. He worked a regular job. Long hours. Average pay. Endless routine. Wake up. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. At night, when the city slowed down, Ayaan would scroll on his phone, watching people online talk about success, habits, discipline, and freedom. Everyone sounded confident. Everyone had answers. Ayaan had questions. One night, he came across a simple sentence that stayed in his mind: “Your life is a reflection of your daily habits.” It didn’t sound magical. It didn’t promise fast money. But it felt… true. So he decided to try something small. No big plans. No announcements. No motivation speeches. Just one rule: Every single day, one hour, same time, no excuses. He didn’t even know exactly where this habit would take him. Some days he studied skills. Some days he learned about money. Some days he practiced writing. Other days he just failed and felt confused. But the hour was non-negotiable. The first week was easy. The second week was uncomfortable. The third week was painful. His mind resisted. His body resisted. His friends mocked him. “Why are you acting like a monk?” “You think one hour will change your life?” “Relax, enjoy life.” Ayaan smiled and said nothing. Because explaining discipline to undisciplined people is a waste of energy. After two months, nothing had changed externally. Same salary. Same problems. Same stress. And that’s where most people quit. Ayaan almost did. One night, he sat on his bed, tired, frustrated, asking himself, “What’s the point?” But then he realized something powerful: The habit was no longer about results. It was about identity. He was no longer someone who wanted to improve. He was someone who showed up daily. That realization changed everything. Months passed. The habit began reshaping his thinking. He noticed patterns others ignored. He learned how money actually flows. He understood how skills compound. He became sharper — not louder, not arrogant — just sharper. Still, no applause. No one noticed his consistency. No one celebrated his discipline. No one cared. And that was the blessing. Because habits grow best in silence. One year later, something unexpected happened. An opportunity appeared — small, unimpressive to outsiders. A short project. Low pay. High effort. Old Ayaan would have ignored it. New Ayaan saw leverage. He accepted it, delivered beyond expectations, and learned from the process. That led to another project. Then another. Not fast. Not viral. But real. Slowly, money started behaving differently around him. It no longer escaped instantly. It stayed. It grew. It multiplied. His confidence changed — not the loud type — the quiet kind that comes from competence. People who once laughed now asked questions. “How did you do it?” “What changed?” “What’s your secret?” Ayaan gave them the honest answer: “I didn’t change my life. I changed what I did daily.” Some listened. Most didn’t. Because habits sound boring to people addicted to shortcuts. Years later, Ayaan sat at a better desk, in a better room, with a calmer mind. He wasn’t famous. He wasn’t a motivational speaker. He was free. And freedom didn’t come from luck. It came from a habit nobody applauded. That’s the truth about habits: They don’t impress people early. They don’t give quick rewards. They don’t feel exciting. But they build a version of you that money respects. And once you become that person, money stops running away. Final Truth (Perfect for Ending Voice-Over) If you’re waiting for motivation, you’ll wait forever. If you’re waiting for support, you’ll quit early. But if you build one habit and protect it like your life depends on it — one day, your life will prove that it did.
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