Dear Diary,
I had a dream today.
I was back in my college. I had lost my wallet, I was wandering around searching for it, then mom calls me and tells that it’s in the cupboard at home. Sometime later I had a conversation with Lekshmi. She was telling me how to do a math problem.
And then, I woke up. The first thing I thought was, gee, i am not gonna see all of those people in the same room again. Maybe there’d be a college reunion. But how many are gonna turn up? What if somebody wants to, but they’re too far away…
Hmm,…all throughout my college, I just wanted to leave that place, at any cost, but now that I’m out, I feel weirdly nostalgic about it. The fact that nothing or nobody’s going to be the same again, gives it more value. I think.
I don't miss much. But knowing that I’d probably never set foot in there again makes me feel weird. I’ll never see all my classmates in the same room again. There’s a high chance that there’s at least one of them I might never meet again. And yet that thought never crossed my mind, when day in and day out, I sat amidst them for 4 years. Life seemed to be on a perpetual pause. Now everything seems like a dream I just woke up from.
I miss the people, the cheap canteen food, the haughty professors, the trees, the green lawns, the squirrels, the rain…