This is something like a diary note.
I lay in bed,all night long,tired body but restless mind. Brain doing saumersalts through thoughts. Images rushing through my mind. Problems rushing,sweet memories making me feel nostalgic. Love,care and passion. It never hust so bad.
My bag lay underneath,packed. Im home but i havent opened it yet. Like a precious bag of jewels,its kept there. The aroma,the air of the place i was at twentyfour hours ago. My girl's ring is inside. Even her kerchief.
My mom and brother are sleeping in the next room,yet it doesnt feel like it,home. Im a guest here. A man in the wrong place. Nostalgia pulling him to the place he loves,people he care for. A guest in a wrong place.
Flunking seven papers is nothing. Even spending your lakhs on it. Music rushing,but it isnt worth if you cant impress those you want to. What if you just wither here all along,just expire in your sleep? Dont you want victory to be the final thought in your mind? What will you do for that. ?
The city calls me. Music,party,but its not just a fancy. It is my life. My luck ,effort,passion,everything coming together.
That is where i belong.
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