Getting mushy.....

She was the best love I had in my brief life so far. I had thought nothing on heaven or earth could part us. Dreams were built about our life together.
There was so much meaning in her eyes. The unmistakable charm in her dulcet words could lure even the most unsuspecting of men, or so I thought. She had a lineage that would have put any royalty to shame, enriched as it was by the great deeds of those who left their mark on her. But that didn’t come in the way of our relationship because I wasn’t one to be intimidated by that aura.
I must admit though that it was with some trepidation and a bit of compulsion (It will clarify itself later) that I approached her. Initially rebuffed and confused, it was through a savior who had known her really well that I began to understand her better. It is said you know that a relationship has really blossomed when silence turns comfortable. But silence was always preceded by ruminations and discussions whose profundity is beyond these mundane posts. She surely had a way of explaining all the events that affected our lives. Our relationship drank from the Pierian Spring and matured into a tree.
It came as a jolt to me then when things came to a pass where we had to go to different places to continue our journey. I seriously considered giving up the opportunity I had earned through years of assiduous work and joining her. But relatives and friends, and to my surprise the savior himself, advised me against doing so. They gave me the impression that it would be tantamount to insanity to turn down such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity (I seriously doubt the last term even to this day, though the recent changes in the pattern of admission to this institute constitute a welcome movement towards it). She herself seemed indifferent. She probably knew that there would be enough guys to keep her company. Besides I had done nothing spectacular to win her over, this in large part owing to the rather late relationship coupled with the limited resources that I had to contend with in the area I hail from.
And so we went in different directions. We promised to keep in touch with each other and we did succeed in doing so for a year. Then things took a turn for the worse with the demands of the academic straight-jacket coming in the way. I came to think I could forget her and go ahead with my own dreams.
It was with this mindset that I decided to turn my back on her. She was offering herself to me in the package of physics minor. But I thought that the curate’s egg was not worth it. The kind of physics I treasure was present only in one course and the rest , I both heard and felt, was applied physics being taught in some of the most insipid ways imaginable-pardon me if I sound harsh to those who do not agree with me. Thus physics was relegated to the second choice with a slim chance of my first choice not being given to me.
But life is not so simple, is it? It turns out that, while my minor stream is not yet known for sure, I don’t find it easy to take her out of my mind (I must thank someone for getting me to think seriously on this). And so I embark on this tight-rope walk of balancing my interests in my major (Electrical) and physics (my first love and probably my best). As Neils Bohr famously put it: Prediction is difficult, especially if it is about the future.