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m bac at home.. aft a well lazy weekend.. m waiting fr tomo. ahh wats special abt tomo? the buddy returns. wil be catchin up wit ma coll frens tomo, umm wats so big abt meetin up? i guess its that familiar at home feelin. i went to colg last week, it was like this totally difft place, may be cos i had been there aft many days, but there was this feelin that it wasn my home any more. not the home it was for like 4 years of engg.

i met up my professors. well the talk with my professors was really encouraging. i was no longer afraid to discuss them, may be its more easier to discuss ur past than present, but nevertheless i did. with a hope that may be it will help them help someone else like me. cos i have been luckier to find my way back, someone else might get lost. i wasn scared to talk ne more, i spoke more freely than ever before, there were no worries abt their after thoughts. i guess its the freedom we feel when we dont have to worry abt makin impressions(right or wrong). when u realise that it no longer matters, what u do or what they say.. its probably gonna be inconsequential. its jus this smile smile meet, n u need nt bother abt it in ur head. its nt like those times when u opened up to one of ur profs, n it wud b this big things fr u lingering in ur head fr days together. u no longer bias urself, no longer are bothered about opinions... u r free

is graduation the price of this freedom, an alienation from everything that was more yours than you?
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