After a short and tiring third semester, we are finally back on the hill, vowing to do as little as possible, with the institute, and possibly everything that we can dream and manage to do, with the group of people called friends. Last semester was where we apparently became responsible, saw relationships strengthening and realized that yes, the next semester would be the last.
It has begun with an unexpected turn of events, too many things witnessed in a few days itself, has led to finally giving up on the illusion of things being the best and drop the naivety, which had sent me into a frenzy in the first year at the institute. Now we see things as they really are, and they would be in coming future, what benefit we derive out of it; we have grown, in age, experience and heartbreak.
The picture might look bleak, but there is always more good news than bad. Friends, batch mates are getting placed, we are finally witnessing what we dreamt of when we joined college. There is a lot of time in our hands which has allowed us to pursue our interests to the fullest and spend time with friends like never before. Movie marathons, listening to legendary songs late into the night, endless, warm conversations. Still, time seems to be slipping from our hands.
Another day, a visiting faculty asked us to introduce ourselves. It is quite interesting to see how over the last months at the institute, our bios, introductions, our choice of words to narrate our stories have changed. It is oddly comforting to see others finally deciding what their lives have to become after a few months, for the forces only wished to drag us according to their will, an opportunity we deny them everyday now.
And only few weeks hence, we shall wake up from the dream that Lavale is, step out of the home that was never ours and will be left, only with, silent crying hearts.
