Life turns 180s....in a matter of days... :)

IIT seems to be that one dream for many in this country. They all say it's tough and keep dreaming. I said, "it's easy", and made it. I loved the campus. There was so much to learn...so much to innovate. I was now where I always knew I would be.

In the first year at Kharagpur, I made a lot of friends. Mitali was my roomie. We did the girltalks, watched movies, flirted with guys, clicked stupid pics, made fun of the dumbos...we did it all; and scored well too. I did Dad proud when the merit list of the first semester had my name right up there...Anamika Gupta.

It was all going as good as the doctor ordered...and then....and then I fell in love.

Our sections had changed in second year. This guy called Vaibhav was my classmate now. We started liking each other, going out...and about a couple of months into 2nd yr, he proposed. 'Yes' was the call.

Life had started to look more beautiful. I enjoyed whatever he did to me. I loved to surrender when he made love to me. Soon, we informed our parents. Love hadn't affected our scores; and we belonged to the same caste. So, our parents had no problem.

We passed out in 2008. I topped once again. He threw another party.A month later, both of us joined IBM...but in different cities. Delhi for me; and Bangalore for him.

Soon, things changed. Vaibhav got attracted to some girl in office. He thought I wouldn't know, but I came to. But, by the time I did, I had been ditched completely. I decided to break up. Vaibhav didn't want that. He knew that I was the perfect marriage material for him.

Vaibhav called me several times. I didn't pick his calls. He even came down to Delhi to convince. Didn't work. Our families now wanted us to marry soon. I told them that I don't want to. They asked for the reason. I hid that. So did Vaibhav. For his family and mine, I was now the culprit. I was the one who didn't want to marry.I was being blamed without a reason...but somehow...somehow I couldn't point fingers at him. I still loved him.

A week after he returned from Delhi...I got a call. It was a shocking news. Vaibhav had committed suicide.

I was arrested the next day. No..there wasn't any letter that mentioned my name; but his parents knew that I was the reason. I have been in jail ever since. I had told the truth in court; but I didn't have a proof. His friends were the witness to the fact that he called me several times and even came to my city. They concluded that I had an affair. They asked for the boy's name. I had no answers.

In the last couple of years, I have compiled a novel. Its the same story in detail. Mitali says she'll help get it published...I hope she would...afterall, she is the only person who visits me in jail.

I have a couple of more years to spend here; and then I'll start a new life. I know how good I am. I know I can still make it big and I will.