Confessions Part-I

This post is an insight of what has been wriggling inside my tiny head for almost half a year. I’m tired of waiting for a miracle to hit me. But there always this ray of hope that you want to cling on to, which makes things turn in your tummy. This is the truth about life.


College; somewhere I dread going to even till the last few months. I swore to my friends I wouldn’t miss this place at any cost for the fact that it had made my life weirder than ever. Even while performing these acts, I knew I would eventually be wrong. The reason and perhaps the secret was that, I kept going back to the same place everyday for four years ‘coz of a few irreplaceable people without whom I couldn’t get my day worked out. I required regular doses of their laughter, smiles, tears, rebukes, kicks, pokes, hugs, advices, winks, pull/slap on my cheeks to get me going; I got addicted unknowingly.


Today I’m left with an immense desire to go back to the old days, to be with those people, and have those quality times which I denied I wouldn’t miss. Life has been a living hell now without all the fun I’ve had. There have been occasions when I’ve returned back to college and had strolls around the corridors and classes that once belonged to us. Although, I saw new faces and couples at each corner, my mind went racing through the maze of old pictures of myself in their place.
Memories and thoughts pass by my eyes everyday. I look upon to a miracle to return those moments and people who touched and changed my life forever.