GOODBYE...

Over the last three years, I dragged myself at times, convincing that college would end...and the trauma would be finally over. But now that it's really over, I am slightly sad...I cried a few tears at the farewell yesterday, I felt a strange sense of sadness every time a prof said "Goodbye. And do well."

I never liked my college. Even now, I would rather leave than stay on. But there were bits and parts of it that I know I will miss. My tiny TY class, fun moments even with those profs i didn't particularly like, working on some of the world's most hilarious projects, faffinf about thing I knew nothing of, acting kiddy and clingy in class, snatching at food (precisely the reason I was crowned for being Miss Bhuki yesterday) and pendulating between boredom, anger and happiness...

It has been a good three years. A classmate's GTalk status says - "and it's time to move on yet again." But I think there are good memories to cling on too.