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The end of a term ,the euphoria of packing bags, checking flight schedules, arranging conveyance to the airport/ railstation; the happiness of getting home after three months.
Three whole months of expectations, frustration, anger, sorrow, bitching, complaining, bereavement slogging, tension, deadlines, pressure, ECO, OB and finally the end terms and now the break. Quite a life huh?
Many make a statement that they are going to get back to life once they get home to their place. But i guess there is some fallacy in that statement. There is an illusion that time plays on the human mind of being static when it actually moves fastest. My place now may not be mine anymore, it may have changed a little or a little too much. People, once my friends might be a little less close. But since I am not part of that time web at my place, i assume that things are just as i left them when actually, the neighbors dog might have died a month ago, your favorite food joint might have closed down, that hot girl next door might have got married already and when we hear such things, we are jolted to the harsh reality that everything changes. Its not philosophy but plain truth. Life goes on, for you, me and the world.
So going home with the illusion of finding he same people willing to give the same priority and time to you might be a mistake.
Life i guess is becoming more and more campus centric now. The time we follow, the things we do the habits we cultivate, everything is based on how it adapts to life at the institute. Readers, this is where life is i guess and we go home on a holiday much like we visited our grandads place during summer vacations, its nice there but its not home exactly
But now homeward bound and to quote Captain Hook
"Shipward ahoy Seaward Ho"

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