It was somewhere around this time last year that I was dyin’ hopin’ that I’d manage to get out of the city, studying elsewhere, life live the way it is meant to be(atleast my way!)
Right now I’m back home, after a frustrating visit to a place, I intended to last a maximum of two days, turned out three weeks! I hated it! For the simple reason I had never ever missed home so much. Home to me always will be my hometown, the place I was born in, instead of where we keep shifting to every two years. Precisely, where my friends are! I love where I’m studying. Atleast I thought so till the day I landed home. I don’t know what did it, but the feeling that crept in, I despise that place. I never thought I could hate it so much. And I don’t ever ever want to go back there! My friends are my life. THIS is my life. I’ve completely taken to the bus unlike the last eighteen years here, and travelling each street and road everyday, the ones I’ve been down since forever, an emotion, such, has never come over me! I’m nostalgic every single day. And the number of people to meet seems to increase. It’s about catching up with different people who have been close for however short a phase, since the time we’d taken different routes. I’ve never been to school since it happened. I want to go back on a sunday when nothing’s happening and let sink in all that has happened so far. With a couple of close friends and the zillion memories. How could I ever think of leaving this place. I never thought I’d be so emotionally attached to this place! Never! So much, that I actually have ideas of shifting centres. This seems to be a place, where you walk on the road and wave out at a zillion people anywhere across the city. And the comfort level shared with these friends just cannot be compared. These guys are my heart and soul.
I dread the thought of when coll would begin. I’m gonna be so hung up, I’ll perhaps return the first week. The otherwise dormant mobile refuses to stop buzzing! It’s not about the food or the freedom of laziness, it’s just about the people! Staying away is so much responsibility. Not the self, but others more so. Of course it has it’s own share of freedom, but still coming back is like walking out after being caged for a year. The last times I was here, I had never minded going back as well. This time seems completely different. Perhaps I’ll shed the tears that were supposed to drop the first time I’d left. Perhaps, I just won’t go!
