Where'd the days fly off to?
Why did the nights canter away?
Now I sit here, home after a week which feels like a whole year (I had so much fun in Ahmedabad), and now I must get up and first unpack and then pack up to leave again.
I don't even know what I'm feeling right now. The only truly identifiable feeling is of nostalgia...leaving all the nice things back at NID and coming away. I'd do anything to go back there, really. To go back for some time and be with my friends and hell, I'll even work, do any sort of work to be there.
Can't believe I was there yesterday, at this time, looking for someone to help me with After Effects. Then a junior came over and we worked till the evening. Then I left and as the plane took off and I could see the city twinkling, I was sad. Really sad. Since the lights were dimmed, I cried easily. Had asked for a window seat but I didn't want to look out. The sight reminded me of all the beautiful years I've spent there.
I want it all back.
I don't know what it is really. But from this evening on, I'm going to be forced to look ahead.
And what am I going to do in the 19 or more hours while I'm airborne? I mean, being in limbo is not nice really. Leaving behind all that I yearn for, going off to someplace completely new. I'll have fun, I know. But
No time for buts, you know.
Loads of packing to be done, still. I haven't even had a good shower yet and I might have to go out for shopping too. And as I sit and type here, I can hear my mum scuttling around, trying to finish packing up for me.
I must away now.
I miss so many things.
If any of you who read my blog, know me in person, please don't ask me why I write what I do when we meet. This space is here and I don't want to carry it around in my physical world. If I wanted that, I wouln't be writing anything here.