A lone night spent alone.

The fox fancy the grapes on a high tree but finds them sour after getting tired of trying to reach them.

Back at the hostel, in between the tasteless food, unbearable classes, the campus walls which feels getting close on me till I get smothered , i usually sit alone on my balcony with my play list having lyrics like "I try so hard ","where am i?", "How can i be lost?"."What have i done?". I sit there sometimes for hours with breeze against my face, remembering home. All the home holidays feels like days of Adam. Just to console myself i usually set a reminder of the nearest day to home, at night i make my friends to plan about reserving berths. If successful, i find myself awkwardly happy to look at the tickets saying "destination Nizzammuddin". I keep it in my wallet so that i may look at it now and then.

Then finally after getting through tests ,teaching each other, refusing to teach then fighting over it, after waiting endless wait comes the day for packing. At this time, as happy I am , enjoy observing all those around me packing, an unhidden happiness on their faces,an excitation which they can't help. They suddenly start behaving kind to one another at places where some weeks ago they might have cussed and mocked the same person so badly that he would have remained stunned for a while. A week ago,two students who were ready to give each other drinks of venom with their own hands (along with a smile), give each other a farewell hug so good that a blood brother might feel out of place. The only unspoken reason for this transformation is so that they may give them a call and talk for a little while,for we all know how bad it feels if they do not.

Home surely feels like bliss but the sweetness of the fruit slowly fades away, not because of getting used to family members. No, they are always a pleasant ambiance, but because we suddenly miss that gross food, not because that we still are very unsuccessful in finding worst taste but for the chat we used to have in between. The TV no longer entertains because it no longer have the uninvited comments, because sports no longer have the cheering, because the tea no longer have the leaves of friendship, because the snacks taste different when somebody else pays for them, because they are so much more than memories.

The night full of stars used to be sad because it didn't have any one's appraisals,no one had the time to look up.

Now,it didn't matter,it was just a lone night spent alone.