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m finally here!!!

after a day of sleepy travel i reached IITK around 6 p.m. on 17th. i was travelling with my dad. i was super excited. everything was new(to me). we reached the hostel building after a couple of detours. a friendly girl at the help desk gave me my room keys. (like my first official hostel room :P) we checked up the room n then went to get all the other stuff.

IITk is a self sufficient campus. Its probably made so knowing fully well how miserable the city outside is. I have been here for like 4 days now, n i haven't stepped out of the college gate. The Shopping Complex (aka ShopC) caters to most of your needs from a toothbrush to a bicycle (yeah cycles are aplenty here... u cant think of moving around in the campus without it...)

We returned back to the hotel after dumping stuff in my room. It was round abt 1o.30 when we had the first sensible meal of the day. crashed into bed and voila instant sleep.

next day we reached here around 10... back to shopC again. bought a cycle etc. by the time i came back my roomie had arrived. Dad had a taste of the mess food. spent the whole afternoon with him in partial silence. i had no clue what he was thinking, i din't want to know either. May be cos either of us would break down if those thoughts were put into words. I tried to keep a conversation. Dad wudn let it move beyond yes, no n hmmm..

He had a flight frm lucknow at 8. so at 4, we decided to go for tea. chai in the canteen is pretty decent. ard 4.30 dad decided to take leave. a warm hug outside the hostel sent him in tears. I dont like to think of it, don't like to think of his face like tat. I had never seen him cry before. I dinno what to say, cos i dinno how to interpret his tears. It wasn't cos they were seeking reassurance for something, or were they? maybe a reassurance that i'll be back (something that i cant guarantee)

or did they draw a line to mark the end of an epoch?
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