I stood in my corridor in the dead of the night and looked at all the rooms around me. I walked in the corridors, and smiled at the
little posters, drawings, messages, or names hanging on the doors. A door
suddenly opened, and I peeped inside. Framed photographs, post-its, lights,
books, mess, laughter. I knew the girl. She smiled at me. She had a mug of
coffee in her hand.
I smiled back. There is a story behind every door. Suddenly
I was filled with a sudden happiness. So many of us. SO many of us. Studying together.
Living together! You enter any room and there is just so much happening behind
it. You cannot even begin to fathom it. Tiny little worlds inside a big one. And
all of us live in our bubbles, our own lives, friends, problems, memories,
experiences. Sometimes the bubbles collide momentarily, and then off we go our
separate ways. Sometimes the bubbles collapse and merge into one big bubble,
and we float in it together.
Also, another observation. When I came here, I used to have
these sudden imaginations where I would mistake people for my own friends back
home. It happened very, very frequently and it was almost freaky. I used to
tell so many people they remind me of so many other people I knew. Fast forward
to yesterday, when I saw a group photo of my old college friends on Facebook,
and I mistook three of them to look very much like my friends here! What’s
more, one of the teachers looked like my current professor! It’s nothing big,
but it’s just funny how we get accustomed to faces. And then we find those
faces in other faces.
Also, you should listen to The Shins’ latest album: Port of
Morrow, if you are into their kind of music. But pliss to give it a try. I just
had Top Ramen noodles, and I had a very weird day. Don’t know what to make of
it. Well, except for tea time, where I sang Linkin Park songs and looked at the sun dipping
behind the clouds till the moon rose on the other side of the sky. The song ‘Aashiyaan’
(Barfi) is making me super super emotional right now and I am resisting a fierce
urge to cry.
"Dabe dabe paaon se, aaye haule haule zindagi.
Hothon pe kundi chadha ke hum, taale laga ke chal
Gumsum taraane chupke chupke gaayein.
Aadhi aadhi baant lein, aaja dil ki yeh zameen,
Thoda sa tera sa hoga, mera bhi hoga, apna ye aashiyaan."
"Dabe dabe paaon se, aaye haule haule zindagi.
Hothon pe kundi chadha ke hum, taale laga ke chal
Gumsum taraane chupke chupke gaayein.
Aadhi aadhi baant lein, aaja dil ki yeh zameen,
Thoda sa tera sa hoga, mera bhi hoga, apna ye aashiyaan."
The crickets are extra loud today. And the silence brings the
pre-exam feeling in dangerous amounts. And I miss the curled up figure of my
roomie inside her red blanket and her gazillion jerky loo breaks which occur throughout the night, every night. And there is a big ugly insect inside my room and I’m not going to
do anything about it.
If I’m making no sense, it’s the CH30CH3. Let’s hope for a better day tomorrow.
Hope.
Yep, let’s do that.