O Hyderabad
A slight lurch indicated that the bus had begun its inevitable jouney to Mumbai. The heady smell of Hyderabad was supplanted by the cold, artificial odour of conditioned air. I curled up on the last seat of the bus and simply watched the lights whizz by in blur...a myriad of red, orange, green; the srteets of Hyderabad seemed to be waking up as I felt sleep drag me into the world of dreams...but somehow i couldn't sleep, I sensed a new, almost alien, emotion that day within the maze that is my mind, the college may have closed and maybe heading home, but still there was a sense of longing within me, for what, I did not know; Reason promptly answered that it was nothing but a reflection of the joy of return home, in another form, but somehow I knew that wasn't the answer, could it then be a sense of loss and a longing to regain that loss. If so, what had I lost. A year in Nalsar had passed, what had I gained from that fruitful year, was I longing to return to the first year; to turn back the Father Time's hourglass and relive the first year. Logic seemed to be satisfied, although that train of thought lost its was in the maze. What could it be then. What was I longing for . I had longed to return home from the very first day of college, but this feeling was somehow different, or maybe of a greater degree. Was I longing to return to college? The people, the colours, the smells and inherent unpredictability; the explosion of thought induced by the forum of irrational and illogical expression. A return to that was what I longed for. I had changed; my world had changed, the cucoon had cracked, I had been set free, to spread my wings....
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