reFlecting In My MIrrOR...

I wrote this somewhere in November 2005... I thought I lost it... just found it yesterday:

The last of my roomies packed his bags, left for home with a perfunctionary goodbye, and a lazy best of luck, and the next minute I was alone, and the electricity was having a hard time deciding if it wanted to stay or not... and in between those give and take aways of electricity I lay in a corner in one room of the many undistinguishable in Diamond. The rain stayed; at least someone stuck out.So now I was sitting there, with half my stuff in a room filled with bags of god knows who filled with god knows what. I had to leave Diamond today and go some place, any place as long as it wasnt here; They had to 'FIX' the hostel. I was homeless, in the dark, and now thanks to the rain gods, wet....

I woke up with a start, it was late in the afternoon, the only thing common from yesterday: it was still raining. What day was it? I dont remember...

I woke up, checking my cell phone for missed calls, half hoping something interesting might turn up. I turn on a comp that one of my friends gave me for safe keeping; And started another episode of 'FRIENDS'. Joey wore the same shirt he did a week back... a week was it? It had been seven days now since they had left. Something wierd was going on and I vaguely realised: I was hungry. I devoured the half empty biscuit pack that I did'nt remember buying, and sighed. When I started blinking without assistance, I staggered to the washroom; twist the tap: no result. Why does this happen to me? I dont know... Oh wait...

There was no water in the hostel because there was a flood in the city - ironic.
Then, as if bad luck needs to improve upon itself, my cell phone lost network coverage. I checked the calendar to realise that the paper im waiting for was in 2 days. Gotta hit the books. Somehow I felt enthusiastic, and spent the rest of my day arranging my work desk.

In between long breaks and short spans of which I used to study, the exam came and went and I didnt know what was worse, the wait, or the paper itself. The wait, definetely, I decided, finally. I had a few days more to spend till college reopened, I could'nt go back home and my bank did'nt allow me to go on a trip. I was bored. I felt cheated in some odd way. That it wasn't fair that everyone gets to go home, talk to their mum, sit on their favourite couch, and have a hot shower, eat food at home and miss college... I cried out to the gods, and sat looking at the west face of a non-descript building. For hours.


I woke up to a racket, and pacing outside my room were more humans than I had seen in the past 2 weeks. It was over. And when people started pouring in, and voices tired by a long travel carried the enthusiasm of little children, it struck me again how much I miss home. By then I had come to peace with it. I had no other choice. Its not always fair, but thats life. I looked up into the sky, and saw the sun glaring into my eyes. Good Morning.

Aj