a story in progress

Thoughts that have been coming and going like the cars on an expressway desperately need to be put on a halt.

I know not when it started nor when it ended, but as of now I am begin to appreciate my being at there. A choice that I had to make then, is now a choice I want to make. For a long time, I thought to myself, "Was it a mistake being here?". I often dreamed of an outlandish series of escapism from it.

But I am beginning to see the dearer little things that went by unnoticed earlier. The bland, nondescript facade holds a much greater importance than being just economic. It is a representation of the almost extinct practicality and prudence. The faculty may have elopers and inadequacy but I know for certain it also has its fair share of gems with a glaring shine of dedication, passion and diligence. My fellow sophomores endearing in nature with rich insights to offer; the good, the bad are all colours to me.

I am now inspired to finish the final leg of the journey. To grow used to it and to grow out of it.

This is for you - PTPL.