Parallel Life

30th night, 31st, 1st and 2nd were the most perfect days of the so-called break. Long talks, laughter, moments — paradise had come down for a short while.
The parting was as hard as the last time, but the good times always make up for everything, I guess.

Landing in Pune was pretty ok. The weather is drastically different from Delhi, and suddenly I was glad I could not carry the sweaters because of the limit. It would only have been a pain to manage.
I thought I was ready to be back, but somehow when I stepped into my room things didn’t feel right. Very few people had returned by then, the corridor was empty, the silence was killing, and I was not happy. Far from it.

Spent the whole day today working on submissions, and kept feeling low until I reached the academic block. It was so good to see some of the people. I kinda missed them when I was home.
Really, this two lives business can get to you at times.

And after the socialising and the bad food at the mess, I did not feel like coming back to my room. So I killed more time at my neighbours’. Finally when I got back, I saw my roommate sitting by her table! Now she is a story I think I have never written about earlier. And maybe I should refrain because I don’t know who might read this post and what stories might reach her. Let’s just say we do manage to live peacefully.

Many people have put on weight, so I don’t feel left out. But I really need to lose it. Of course, the efforts will only begin once everyone’s home food is over. I can obviously not not have meetha that people’s moms have sent. I cannot believe I didn’t bring anything. I had plans of carrying an entire bag with only food stock in it.

Classes begin tomorrow. There do not seem to be any stupid papers this term. It should be interesting. I just hope I get to deal with as few stupid teachers as possible.

Let’s see. See you soon.