My First American Party

I am not a party person. I am not a person who parties with strangers. But now that I am in a new country all alone and in dire need of friends, I had to RSVP yes to one of the parties. It was the first batch party we were having, and the hosts invited me personally with so much love and enthusiasm. “They don’t know I am such a bore,” I thought to myself. With all the courage, red lips, and confidence, I was ready to meet my classmates. I never thought that I would experience what I did at that party.

Everything else seems like a blur to me except that one moment. I started from the front door, shying away, looking at the walls, pretending to sip water from my red cup, and in just a couple of minutes, I was in the kitchen. The room was so crowded; all I could see was strangers around me. Somehow, my eyes caught with another person and then another. It was just the three of us talking to each other. I was the quiet one, still pretending to sip, when one of the girls said- “Have you ever felt that you are at the right place at the right time? Even when things are new, you know this is what you want from your life, and everything makes sense.” I knew just what she meant. I was feeling it myself, and so was the other girl in the group. Strangely, both of us said it at the same time- “Right Place at The Right Time.” That was the moment I felt I belonged and did not feel alone. We clicked a picture to remember this incredible moment. I am not sure if it meant a lot to either of them, but for me, those words meant everything.

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