Not words. JUETian.

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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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.