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if days could be classified.. it was a HAPPY DAY today...

happy cos i was back in coll. after 3 years its more home than home itself. i was glad to be bac wit everyone. ppl i wanted n din want to be with. i needed coll more than netin els i guess..

we went to roam in the aftnoon.. thats a nice way to start the new sem! (not bunked though. i attended all lecs). it was one of our usual spontaneous lets-go-roaming plans.. with no clue watsoever to wher we are headed to.

i really enjoy those... i wonder how many more i hav before they cease to none. that apart, we hogged n reached the shore..(thanks to shera). the tang khichofying, pakovofying and pachkofying contd. after some time before others cud realise, i realised i was quieter. jus then one shreyas commented, ki smtin goes wrong wid me when i come to the shore...

may be its true.. bt i wudn call it wrong. nothing goes wrong, bt i jus turn more quiet. i love the sea n the shores... i love the wind over my face, the salty air, that sometimes carries droplets frm the waves. i love sittin over ther 4ever, nights n days alike

its like meditatin for me. when i look into the sea i jus get lost in the waves.. all thoughts absolutely blanked out. a voice inside tells me its closer to me than it appears.
like thers a sea within, a shore like the one i m sittin on, n they talkin thru waves that reciprocated within.

half an hour later i was bac in the bus headed towards home! its been the best 1st day of colg i ever had. a day i hadn anticipated, a day i hadnt associated with ne expectations. truly said expectations reduce joy... esp the joy of simple things!
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