Dear Diary,
I was coming on bike, and suddenly i could smell the breeze. Its Some trees, I don't know which ones. But It took me back that evening in college. 3 rd year. Durga puja vacations. Main canteen, nescaffe. Yellow Lights. And the song.
"
Aaj me hoon betaab. Khoye khoye ye khwab.
Awaz ek bulaye, Khwabon me kho jaye.
Ki teri Hansee, Tera mazak... Ban ke rah jayega bas ek khwab.
Aasma me bhi ye rang, Badal se kyun gayen hen.
Din ba din jo Gujare, Baat bhi na ho paye.
Ki teri Hansee, Tera mazak...
Taare ginta hoon me, ki tujhe bhul jaun.
Par Taaron me bhi tu he... Har ek khwab me tu... He he he...
"
I was sitting on the stairs. And waiting.
Or maybe it was she waiting and i came ? I don't remember. It's been 6 years. She said something about the song. Dint like it.
But i can feel the same temperature, same winds, same smell in the air today. Its same. I close my eyes and i know i am there. I dont know why i still remember that particular evening. There is nothing special about that evening. Everyone was at home, it was vacation. Whole college was almost empty. It was all so silent. Leaves falling from trees, all over. The only noise we could hear was of leaves scratching on the floor with the wind. It just feels as if something was complete that day. Maybe we walked, i don't remember.
While writing today, I remember college, Mining Department, Mechanical Department. Shanti Bhavan, Main Gate, bhajiye, Franky, DC panigrahi, Festival lighting. Thats all. =D
Goodnight