Life is Warm..
Just another nyt at the hostel.. Only few more nights like this left here.. Its raining outside.. Nice breeze.. N the music echoing around..
Just another nyt at the hostel.. Only few more nights like this left here.. Its raining outside.. Nice breeze.. N the music echoing around..
I’ve been away from blogging for quite a long time now.. Times i had a gprs connection, i dint feel like blogging.. Times i felt like it, i dint have a gprs con nection.. So i’m back with both in tact.. I’ll be posting often from now.. Loadsa reasons i was kept away from here.. Loadsa things happened during these days.. But right now, i’m sitting in a bus.. Waiting to go from calicut to trivandrum.. Back to the college.. Back to the hostel.. Back to the last and final regular exams of my btech course.. Back to the noise.. Its been a while since i’ve been brought down to earth by life’s happenings.. The sense of the word noise has changed tragically for me in the past few years.. It has nothin to do with sound.. It has got everythin to do with way of life.. N ryt now, i am going back to that way of life..
P.S: Anyone who reads, please excuse the irrelevent n non related sentences (bandhamillaima) in the post.. It was not intentional.. Its Just that my head is jammed..
This was written inside the train compartment when i was returnin to trivandrum from calicut..