Last time I wrote here , I was counting on myself for a next article on CWG and later on Ayodhya issue too. I accept with regret ,and you know it too ,that i couldn't ,not because I didn't wanted to but only because I wasn't having a cup of mommy's coffee in my hand and all the time in the world to enjoy drinking it.
I am confessing a fact here you might not like , I don't have any good phrases or thoughts up in my mind to write in here, this time .I am just saying my heart ,another facade of Juet you might have missed to witness.
There's something I feel when I pass under the boulevard of morning trees ,under the quiet chirrup of birds , while sitting on the pavement along the broad line separating the only two phases of the life we have there . When I see the sky slowly going red with a shy smile ,like a teenager describing how beautiful the night was ,then going gray and finally defiant blue as if preparing for the strong sun which it has to stand before to save all his little loved ones living down on the ground so that they may admire the beauty of another night.
The feeling I am talking about is the only thing that made me visit this page again and , seriously if you haven't closed the tab yet, you are going to find it worth .Something that has nothing to do with being in a isolated, fenced land, middle of nowhere ,separated with nothing but dust for miles in all directions ,but metaphorically only because of the same reason.
When I know that I am so far from every thing that can make me feel materialistic , I know that this is the only place for me to be. The few seconds of eternal peace which I crave for , which I am missing sitting here with mommy's coffee in my hand are the only reason you are reading this. 'Cause reader ,believe this one ,if you haven't feel this you are missing a part of yourself which you will leave here after a couple of years and that part is going to be the only faction of you that is going to keep the 'you' alive in yourself .
Get back and find that small of you hidden somewhere amongst the desks of Lt ,the rooftops , beneath plastic tent of Prakash's , in a corner room in hostels , or in the green soccer field ,or a place anyone else haven't been yet.
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