I still vividly remember the day I stepped foot on the Kota Station alongside my parents, boarded a taxi, booked a hotel for my mother and brothers to stay, while my father accompanied me to the main branch of Allen Institute and got me admitted there. I had never seen him sign a check as assuredly as he did then before handing it at the counter. This moved me. Before I could process my admission and the future I had ended up signing for, we were boarded on a taxi, this time with my mother and brothers as well, to visit the Allen branch I was allotted, Sangyan. Within moments on reaching there, we checked out a nearby hostel, and rented a room for my stay. Everything was happening so fast, I couldn't comprehend the profoundness of it all. Couldn't believe I was going to thrive alone here, without my parents continual watch that I was so used to. Ofcourse, I was mentally prepared for the grit and grind of studying for a competitive exam. But at the same time, I was eager to explore life independently and this felt no less than an open opportunity. While I couldn't wait for my dream to realise quickly, I was reluctant when it came to parting with my parents. Specially my father, I could see his eyes brimming with trust and hope for my wellbeing. So far, untill now my experience at Kota might not have been up to my expectations but that brief moment where my father vulnerably and silently expressed his confidence in me, has stayed with me as a reminder for all that I am supposed to be. Yes, this is what Kota most reminds me of.