Wings of Heart

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wished the table were smaller or positioned differently, so I could sit directly opposite her.

me, and I froze momentarily, dreading her reaction. However, to my relief, she didn't seem perturbed.

d to create a fuss over minor incidents, and that eased my nerves significantly

ook and took out a pen, I glanced at her. She sat attentively, her hands resting on the table, her expression one of

oor had mentioned that she was weak in mathematics, but I felt it was important to

ich subject are you strong in? An

playful smile appearing on her lips. "Sir, are y

taken aba

T-Strength, Weakness, Opport

more perceptive than I had anticipated. I quipped back, "Well, you

s on the edge of the table making it divide into two, and responded w

't my area of expertise, but I prepared myself for a possible questio

rrying a mix of curiosity and

o respond. Before I could find words, she continued, "And, sir, what is th

thered myself and replied with deliberate calmness, "The purpose of life, broa

t an ordinary student. Her thought process and questions were far removed from what I

trying to steer the conversation ba

smile. "I'm weak in somet

er response, unsure whether sh

most confessional. "I inquired about you and found out from my father that you are a smart, capable, and intelligent airman a

me completely off guard. "But I was

sir, I'm not weak in any subject. I

n my coming here is not necessary," I

my hand, her eyes pleading. "No, sir. I want you here every day,

es-an infatuation, a craving for my presence. It made me

ide. Forget about my studies. If you insist, we'll study. I'l

kle. Her candidness was bo

e. I trust you. But honestly, I'm not interested in medicine or engineering.

ncouraging

ployed after my studies. I don't want to work and spoil my life. My dream is to become the wife of a defense officer and to live a carefree lif

hey didn't align with conventional academic or career goals. I realized that this t

roved of her perspective, but beca