time -- 19:55
DATE - 15th May 2007
Place - kgp -home?? - (yes maybe this now is home)

there is a weird silence surrounding this place now - the rustle of the trees or the chirping of the birds have never sounded so beautiful as they do here -- there is a weird sense of being at peace with myself - there is a weirdness -- the place usually associated with all the tempo shows me its other side -- there is a weird sense of everything being right -- it is a utopian world out here - its ordered - its beautiful - it is a temple of all the things that make the place worth living as they are --

the soft strains of a beautiful piece of music reach my ears -- as i look up -- i see a
beautiful road -- dim street lamps doting it -- but the beauty of the road doesn't only lie in that - it lies in the many memories that i carry of this road -- its the same stretch of land -- i learnt linked lists on - the same stretch on which i usually shouted out to pavan's balcony -- nine out of ten times eliciting no response -- since Mr Halu -- was not listening -- the same piece of stretch we took innumerable fag breaks -- not to mention the road we roamed around on holi day after being sky high after bhang .. or the same road we celebrated sash's birthday -- the road we tricked nivie into believing all that he had heard during winter vacations was fake --- ...

its really weird since its a small stretch of road no more than 100 meters -- so many memories -- so much fun -- makes me think dont u leave a piece of you every where u stay -- that when u move on -- u have not only taken something but also left behind something ....

life rocks ... seriously ...

May god put a smile on your face ---
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