Summer has long gone and the dust at my feet is getting lighter and yet thicker. The sky has stopped crying long back and the air feels arid on the skin. Physically I didn’t travel anywhere far but my mind seems as if it has travelled miles and miles away from “home”. I’m tired, mentally, and I long for a rest. I don’t want to think beyond today and now, unless it is a matter of life and death. Heh, by luck such propositions have not come my way so far. But even if I am faced with such a situation, I know I’m weak enough to let my knees crumble to the ground instead of continuing to walk on. Aaaah… depressing thoughts exiting from parched lips. Don’t fret for me, please. They’re empty thoughts passing through the empty hallways of my head. Truthfully, I’m just swamped – which is the usual case when the end of the semester is in sight. My words get warped with darken emotions that shouldn’t be taken too seriously. Let me just say and then let me go. I’ll be back again. I’ll be back.

Yes, life is the challenge you never quite expected it to be, isn’t it? Or, even if you knew all along what’s coming your way, there’s little or nothing at all you can do about it except to just…brace yourself for impact! …which is, most of the time, a futility. The wounds will be deep and the scars will stay. Then, there’s always the alcohol (perhaps the local moonshine?) to make you forget what pain you bear? Eh, you seem like a nice kid, so stay away from any booze and the likes. Like old MC Hammer used to say, “We gotta PRAY…!” Maybe that would help? :-) Do Indian lecturers give very hard assignments, by the way?
‘ta…long time…but hey…sabar2 ja ko ginan…