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My Hostel – A heaven Infused with memories

 4 June’15

Dear Diary,

Today, the first day after I had left my hostel. I don’t feel good. I miss my hostel as well as college. You know, on the day of our farewell, many of my friends cried but I didn’t. Then, on the hostel farewell, too– my friends were crying, but I didn’t. My heart was heavy, hence my eyes challenged to brim with tears, too. Yea! I didn’t cry. I was feeling so nostalgic about why I was not crying even when I was so sad. So, I consoled them and waited for my upcoming days to unburden my heart and mind for missing what I had been through all these 4 years of my college life.

Hastily, time passed and my last day at hostel came. Somehow, I woke up around seven in the morning which was quite unusual as we had slept around 3 am on the night before. And in my entire hostel life I have never woke up at that early hour excluding exam times and I haven’t ever tried to do the same. For aspiring Indian Engineers like me, exams are one night show. I stood from my bed and withdrew the curtains from big-three-joined-together windows of my room. My room’s windows are seriously one of the best amenities– that a hostel room has been provided with— available for a not-so-comfortable stay we had there for valuable four years. Peeking out through that small window was always awesome and whenever it rained, my god, it’s exactly a heaven as the cold breeze ventilated our room so properly, still with a dirty tone. For the very last time, I looked outside through that window. My heart stiffened. Sun had just risen up. I felt relieved, though I knew how it’s turning out to be after a couple of hours after all it’s peak summer month in city like Delhi. I stood there for some more time. People were having their morning walks, talking to each other, and enjoying the soothing meek sun rays falling on them. I sensed that the coolness of breeze conveyed a little more emotional attachment with what I had been through at that moment. It had rained last night.

After few minutes of enjoying weather, along with adamant expression of breeze, tears kissed my cheeks for the first time in this memorable month— maybe the worst one ever in my life. Suddenly, I couldn’t control the feelings I had inside and it ended up shedding of tears. I started crying like a three or four-year old child. Pragya, my junior as well as the one who stayed next to my room, sleeping with my roommate on bed, woke up and squinted towards me. I sat beside her. I continued crying. Yes, we three shared the same room for the past few weeks although only two persons are allowed stay together as per hostel policies; but we did so with a trifling reason of using one cooler together and its high hostel fee. However, we kept it as a secret from our Hitler warden. Her eyes were wet, too. We already have made a special bond in between us within ten months. She calls me “mommy”, I don’t know why, maybe because of my habit of giving advises and telling who should do what and when. I gazed at her and reel of thousands of memories of togetherness– with tea in winters, our late night talks, preparing dinner together and a lot more– ran through my mind. My wailing increased. She groaned, “Mommyyy… Can’t you stay for one more day.. Please..”. I thought on it but my dad was all set to come that afternoon. I couldn’t change my plan on the last moment. “I can’t.. Pragya..” And I continued crying.

“Viditi, please thodi der mei royei.. Bhut needh aa rahi h abhi… Pakka tujhe sambhalugi phir..”

“Viditi, Can we cry later? I feel so sleepy right now and I promise to comfort you then”

 My childish roommate, Gargi, said. She said it with so much innocence and purity in emotions for her love to sleep at anytime. Pragya and I laughed for her required feedback. She realised what she had just said and she laughed too. I observed her face while sleeping and felt happy, I don’t know why, but I felt happy. Maybe because of the contented smile and satisfaction she carries for her life. Maybe because she lived in the present moment which asked her to sleep, unlike me who was crying for what I’m going to miss, my past. I ran my hand on her forehead and she smiled innocently.

“Let’s sleep, Pragya”, again as a mommy I directed her to join Gargi in her sleep along with me. And we three slept accepting the present moment and not worrying about what would hit us after a few hours.

Good night!

The alive sun

                                                                                love_118-wallpaper-1366x768

He’s her Sun, the one

With whom she rises

And walks down the roads

Of love, wishes and emotions

The warmth he wraps around

Makes her world go round

The void of his absences

Turns her fragile, meek and languid

Till he shows up again, the same mundane

And they say with their entangled hearts

Love can’t always be of touch sometimes it’s of longing.

A Cycle

 
 
This poem I wrote for a contest that didn’t work out. It describes our existence on earth, our evolution and our cycle. We are born then we live to die and this cycle goes on. And same is for our planet, Earth. It describes the importance of being “grey”. That is, good and bad are always there with a balance. Now, I think, it’s going quite boring so just read it and feel free to share your opinion with me on the same.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Let’s move back like ago three billions
Where there’s nothing except some illusions
Warily O warily, this emptiness wailing hollow 
Walked towards a dazzling shadow to make it hallow
Then, the grace the sheen and the floating traits
Trolled the distance between, to bud a wad
And this is how man got its first trace
In something called life, a race
 
Now, we on the page One of Man’s story
Where he’s on the learning path to glory
Gaily O Gaily, He’s trying working and fighting to live
To do justice to a gift that universe rarely gives
Then the fire the food and the turning wheel
Set “ON” the playing pictures of his life’s reel
And then, he makes his dormant emotions agile
That carry the power to turn him both, Strong and fragile.
 
He played the role of a father mother sister or a brother
And of a son daughter friend enemy or a lover
Slowly O slowly, he learned to help to give and to care
But to learn only good and divine is, darling, a dream mere
With light comes the dark; with good time comes the hard
So, with truth he gained lies and with friendship he made envy ties
While giving birth to man another, he didn’t hesitate to kill the other
With kindness he turned greedy as the lust and luxuries tickled him hungry
 
Beginning with all good then slowly tainting
is a godly wisdom to attain nothing enchanting
Freely O freely, every positive have to meet opposite
To, again, be a balanced zero with stability lit
Man has followed the same thus on a way to destruction
to end this land which is preparing for a new excursion
The wrong shall rise, for the above right so holy
to complete the cycling wheel for the start of a new journey.




 
 
 
 
 
 

It’s Life!!

Life is full of colors. Yes, we do have some things in life that we don’t wanna see, know,understand or lose just like always wishing for our favorite color. But we must remind ourselves that though we wish for our favorites but to know real happiness in life we must see, know and experience every color!
 
 
 
Hate shouts
Love smiles
Ignorance kills
Care heals
Missing pains
What yours comes again
Envy burns
Freedom lives
It’s all life it’s all life!