Ten days
with heavy hot air
that covers you like a thick blanket
of sweat and dust
and countless cups of chai.
aamras, maggi
stupid and/or long conversations
the smell of carpet in the airconditioning,
the vaccuum cleaner and the sound of books
watching bubbles drift up to the clouds
and hoping for rain
falling asleep watching
white flowers and rice lights
of many hours dancing garba.
and freedom within these brick walls.
with heavy hot air
that covers you like a thick blanket
of sweat and dust
and countless cups of chai.
aamras, maggi
stupid and/or long conversations
the smell of carpet in the airconditioning,
the vaccuum cleaner and the sound of books
watching bubbles drift up to the clouds
and hoping for rain
falling asleep watching
white flowers and rice lights
of many hours dancing garba.
and freedom within these brick walls.
2 comments:
So louwelily you write.
sigh. My college... and us growing old:)
hehe, would you believe me if I said I started writing half of it before I got on the flight to A'bad? Oh the anticipation :)
sigh yes. But there'll always be seniors around to make you feel less old, trust me. I still don't feel 5th year enough.chee.
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