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been long time since i wrote. been tryin to study. ya tryin to.. it takes effort these days

but its so elusive to think about other things when u r sitting with the book. the world outside is suddenly more beautiful, n everything besides the book more interesting...

i can see the shore frm ma netted window... n all i can think of is enjoying the goan summer out ther! 
GOAN summer... i seem to hav forgotten what it is since i joined engg. the april ends in submissions, n the may in disastrous exams!

i look at the monkeys dancing outside ma wondow.... feel like they jumping around outside jus to say we can and u cant!!!! never felt more imprisoned.

its alwes been a habit for me to dream abt post exams stuff with ma book open... i spend a lot of time talkin to maself, n everything around me. but this time i find myself thinking more of wat m gonna do in ma last year in coll... amazingly i was even preparing ma good bye speech. 

but what disturbs me most is when i think of life after that... Fear of the unknown is the worst kind of fear.

tomorrow for me is unknown. its the third crossroad in ma life and i have no clue which way i wanna go! m lost and not.... 

newe... goin back to ma "cell"!!!!
.....cya soon world
.....................when ma brain is free to wander into the limitless expanse of thoughts!!!!!!! 




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