“I have been to more places by accident
than most people have been on purpose.”
– Alberta Hunter


After a tiring long work from home session full of conferences, meetings and report creation all I wanted was rest…
So I lay on my couch legs far wide spread on resting on a chair close by and other dangling down, my toe pointing and touching the cold floor… I lay with my head up lazily munching on the wafers... last of it maybe…
Last to tide up I stayed ignoring my phone which I felt to be the roots of my miserable life…
With no more priorities that is to be attended, I let my mind take control of my body, since sleep was not that which was deprived I lay quite thinking and differentiating the old drunkard me and the new responsible me…
Responsibilities do take a toll on your dreams…
Slowly things seem cheerful… College it was, that of which I was thinking about…
I stopped and lay quite straight with closed eyes and remembered my good old college and my good old friends… a memory that which would always fill me up with joy… The experiences and the fun that initiated pacing adrenaline through my system… I would quit being something that I am not and would live my very life back if… if I ever could relive it…
But moments fun is what I all cared then… I from the very start started recollecting the instances of fun which seem to be engraved deep inside my encephalon…
I opened my eyes and with a jolt rushed to the book shelf trying to find my diary… I foraged the shelf...