The End.

So another semester in this humid little pesky town is wrapping up. I'm heading home for a while in the next couple of days, dragging myself back here, writing meaningless exams and then BOMBAY. =]
Somehow, by this time, each semester, I get into a reminiscing-sort-of mode, and reflect back on the months gone by. And this time, it's no different.
Each month is like a clock ticking. In the end, it always completes a full circle. You have the same triumphs, the same disputations, the same celebrations and the same reasons to be morose. But it's like every day, somehow or the other, brings up a new lesson in this never-ending, always-examining class called Life.
Every time you think you're done with work, here pops in another task.
Every time you think you're gonna give up intoxication, here pops in another ride to the same ol' place, or another pothead.
Every time you think you're gonna ace this test, here pops in the cockiest-fucking prof on the planet.
Every time you think you're gonna keep your cool with a loved one, here pops in another foolish fit of rage.
But also,
Every time you think that life is just a huge pile of bullshit, here pops in a random message from the long-lost best friend.
Every time you think that being broke is a perennial state of affairs, here pops in money from the daddy.
Every time you think that you had the worst day ever-possible in reality, here pops in a kiss from the boyfriend.
Every time you think that trying is just never enough, here pops in a celebration for winning something.

My this semester, and life in general, has been like the above-stated. I'll whine and complain about things I don't have and things I have. I'll throw a fit for making me wait, and never be on time. I'll procrastinate for ages and always curse the system. But I'll also be the most patient listener when you want me to be. I'll always be just a call away when you need me. I'll be the one with whom you'll wanna end a miserable day and start a momentous night. I'll always keep a secret, and I'll never say no to a hug.
I know, this semester, who I love, and how much I love them. And I've also learnt that people are strange, when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly, when you're alone. (The song's just stuck in my head.)
I know what I got from this semester. I know what I want. I know who I am.

Cheers.

P.S. - Boo. Miss. Love.