As I sit in my room all alone staring at all the old pictures of how these four years passed by, the sense of finally growing up seeps in. As I write this post with soft music playing by in the background, slowly I picture myself leaving my fathers tight fisted palm and running all alone. There is no one around and I am scared. I realize I am vulnerable for the first time and its time to hunt on my own.This mind races back to the first day of entering the world of DCE, The gates,the road entrapped between trees on both sides, the classroom, the table. every stone, every brick carries a Story.
Slowly, I see myself reliving those moments and with each passing moment I feel more in-secured. I see myself lying carelessly on the warm grass of OAT, sipping hot chocolate and carelessly roaming around with the people that made me what I am today. I relive those moments of getting drenched and those moments when I didn't know what lie the next day and frankly didn't care how good/bad it would be. I see myself sitting on the white-yellow footpath and discussing the most absurd topic that could be. I see those walks and I see those long drives around. I see myself having a crush on someone and then laughing about it. I reminiscent the carefree night outs and slowly relive each moment of impulse, the moment of wildly jumping in a lake and coming out stenching all over. I again make those friends I made, I crack those jokes again and I apologize again for all the absurdities I did.
Its an ocean and slowly the sea is residing back leaving behind the wet sand. I miss those free waves and I know that a new wave would eventually take over.
But today is the time to see back, to look back and see the child growing.As I write this, it feels heavy at heart to look back at the once young boy, eager to impress everyone around and make friends. The young boy did not know what lay ahead. The roller coaster ride of meeting the GANG, of making best friends with fellow travelers and getting so much love from them. The experience of the first drink, the experience of the first sleep over, the experience of the first crush. Today its time to get out.
I look around and I find myself all alone. There are question marks all around. There are sacks of responsibilities, sacks of the need to get matured up, the burden of finally Growing up, ready to be laid on these shoulders. I still am uncertain about thefuture. There are doubts and I am scared to wander out alone.
What is left is hope, Hope to make a better path to walk on, hope to leave a leagcy. Hope to relive what i leave behind.
Slowly, I see myself reliving those moments and with each passing moment I feel more in-secured. I see myself lying carelessly on the warm grass of OAT, sipping hot chocolate and carelessly roaming around with the people that made me what I am today. I relive those moments of getting drenched and those moments when I didn't know what lie the next day and frankly didn't care how good/bad it would be. I see myself sitting on the white-yellow footpath and discussing the most absurd topic that could be. I see those walks and I see those long drives around. I see myself having a crush on someone and then laughing about it. I reminiscent the carefree night outs and slowly relive each moment of impulse, the moment of wildly jumping in a lake and coming out stenching all over. I again make those friends I made, I crack those jokes again and I apologize again for all the absurdities I did.
Its an ocean and slowly the sea is residing back leaving behind the wet sand. I miss those free waves and I know that a new wave would eventually take over.
But today is the time to see back, to look back and see the child growing.As I write this, it feels heavy at heart to look back at the once young boy, eager to impress everyone around and make friends. The young boy did not know what lay ahead. The roller coaster ride of meeting the GANG, of making best friends with fellow travelers and getting so much love from them. The experience of the first drink, the experience of the first sleep over, the experience of the first crush. Today its time to get out.
I look around and I find myself all alone. There are question marks all around. There are sacks of responsibilities, sacks of the need to get matured up, the burden of finally Growing up, ready to be laid on these shoulders. I still am uncertain about thefuture. There are doubts and I am scared to wander out alone.
What is left is hope, Hope to make a better path to walk on, hope to leave a leagcy. Hope to relive what i leave behind.
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