Shreya Mum, Pa, and Shivi, thanks for being there. Chimmi, if I could choose one person to fight with over the smallest things, I’d choose you. Because we always end up laughing afterwards. Thank you for taking care of me when I was dying physically, emotionally, or mentally. Even though you get cake on my jacket, paint on my hoodie, and period on my pants (that I had to wash off), I still love you. And no matter how many of my personal belongings you ruin, nothing will ever change that. Nandini, honestly, we are the perfect power couple. There isn’t anybody else I would rather go through everything we went through than you. Thank you for being super nice to me even when I didn’t reciprocate it. You make me a better person. I love you. Hyenjin, from being awkward little weirdos in Hindi class three years ago to killing each other in the taxi in Delhi, I didn’t know what it meant to love and hate someone at the same time until I met you. You were my first friend at Woodstock and will always be my true wife. I love you. Siah, you’re not dumb. You are probably the most straight-forward person I’ve ever met, which I absolutely love. I love doing dumb things with you. I love you. Fix your eating habits. Anvi, thank you for all the college help. I don’t know where I’d be without you. To all the apartment people -- you are my family and I wish we could always live together like one. <3 Daeyong, Manasvi, Dori, and Faisal, thanks for the hiking memories. Daeyong and Manasvi, thanks for the piggy-back rides. You guys are the best. Yehang, you kind of scared me in grade 10 but now that I know you better, I always think of you as a little pink bunny. Lila, thanks for letting me crash at your places in Delhi and Goa (and hopefully Paris soon). Red, thank you for taking care of Chimmi and me in Bhutan. Siri, thanks for being so kind and caring and yet so strong. Adhyan, thanks for secretly being super sweet and making me laugh intentionally and unintentionally. And for lending me clothes in Goa. Ismail and Ahaan, thanks for making me laugh. Aarushi, no matter what happened between us, I am still grateful for our hilarious memories as roommates. Anvi Mom and Dad: Can’t even begin to express my gratitude to you. Thank you for catering to my whims even when I don’t deserve it. Everything worthwhile in my life is for you and because of you. To the rest of my family)— There are (hundreds of us and I can’t possibly write about everyone but this is for all of you — thank you for being so consistently supportive and kind. I love you all. Now on to my dear woodstockers — Hyenjin— Cutie, I am certain that you will be the editor-in-chief of a superlative newspaper one day. I can’t wait to see all the amazing things you have lined up in life <3 . Chimmi— You are one of the coolest and weirdest people ever, I’ll miss you so much. Nandini— You are so calm so sweet and I love you so much <3 . Shreya— My will-page buddy, I am amazed by the extent of your artistic talent. Even though you may not want to believe it, you’re actually nice. <3. Siah— You’re beautiful, kind, and your makeup skills are profoundly perfect. <3 Yehyang— you’re so talented and amazing. I’ll miss you so much. Meher—it was awesome knowing you, go save the fish.<3 Manasvi— K3G with you is so much fun, who will dance to bollywood with me in Uni? <3 Khushi,Alisa, Pankhuri, Diya– Y’all are so nice.<3 LilaandHyunyoung– you’re so smart and sweet. <3 Emma– MUNs are so great with you.<3 Siri, Sangi, Red– you’re all really sweet. I was under a severe time-crunch, so if you expected to be here but aren’t, that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you and I am deeply apologetic. To my teachers – Mr & Mrs. Mark, Mrs. Pike, Mr. Tobias, Ms. Melanie, Dr. Garg, Mr. Nandu, Mr. Seth, Ms. Last, Mr. Beaven, Dr. Long– Thank you for being so supportive and wonderful. Juniors – check grad cards! Here’s an excerpt from a poem from the New Yorkerthat expresses everything I want to say. Let’s pour [the sunlight] back into starter beds or leave it on the sill for neighbors orfor later/A grassy smell in the kitchen/Lidocaine floats/the fringed tulips in a crease and that’s the morning / There’s so much to look forward to/ Big bowls of cereal/A tonal shift in the fertilizer/Later automatic ramen and a Coke/You can start anywhere it doesn’t really matter/Flowers on the tablebreathe sugar/The skylight in the dosage doesn’t. 122