Finally back to campus for the last semester of being an undergrad. And i have everything i need. A nice dark room in a sheltered corner of the hostel, just one hour of class every day...the greatest amount of free time and the freedom to realize every wild idea. Yet those bits and pieces of fantasies which were shelved at different times of my life, to be executed in the utopic leisure of psenti-sem seem to have suddenly vanished from the registers. a deep sense of uselessness prevails.
Every morning i see people running to classes, while i take the most lethargic walk to the bathroom. there's absolutely no hurry and hence no purpose in life, at times i wonder if this is the kind of psenti-sem i was looking forward to..
Every morning i see people running to classes, while i take the most lethargic walk to the bathroom. there's absolutely no hurry and hence no purpose in life, at times i wonder if this is the kind of psenti-sem i was looking forward to..
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