When I took admission in my college, I presumed that 5 years is a very long time. I will have a lot of time to read, write, learn, research, make new friends, fall in love. In a nutshell, I thought that I have ample of time to do all what I have wanted to do after I join college.
Year after year, trimester by trimester nothing seemed to change. It became the monotonous boring and dull college life I always dreaded. I used to go home in between but now I realise I always wanted to come back to my hostel, to my room. There was a bit of uneasiness at home because I knew I don’t have to live there anymore. My real home is my room. Room No. 58.
Whenever I saw my seniors crying or getting sentimental about leaving college. I used to think “why do they make such a big deal out of it?” I mean before joining the college, didn’t these people know that it is going to end someday. But now I realize that after 5 years we actually breathe this place. It is inside us. The things it taught, the incidents that made us what we are today and the hope that this place provides that no matter whatever happens, no matter how tough the going gets, it will always embrace us and cajole us and it will always be there for us.
The college is located at such a pretty place, one can never have enough of it. I mean who has got an entire reserved forest just behind one’s college. And a serene lake to top that. Lush green trees on both sides of the road, beautiful
chirping birds, fishes in the lake, sunsets, sunrise, the caution board stating that a tiger is wandering in the area, enter at your own risk, the hot tea cups near the lake, the peaceful morning walks, rain that makes you feel all romantic even if you broke up recently….only this place has the magic to make you fall in love with even grasshoppers and a whole lot of insect families 😛
Just one more year is left for my college life. I don’t know how am I going to live at a different place, with a different bunch of people. To start all over is never bad, but then who doesn’t want the journey to continue, to go on. I have no clue about my destination after these 5 years, whatever it maybe good or bad, but I am very sure that the journey was definitely worth the risk of dropping a year after school, of making new friends, of confiding in strangers, of falling in love and of possessing the feeling that I belong to this place. This place I call my college, this place I am in love with, this place which changed my perspective over a lot of things, this place….I will miss. 😀