It's only natural that we get attached to a certain place after living there for almost a year. Having to clear out what was 'my' home for the past year at Ashoka has left me with mixed feelings. On one hand, I am really happy to go back home and I look forward to a great holidays with family and friends. On the other hand, I feel incredibly sad because I know I am not going to be in Ashoka- in MY room for the next three months.
Room number - 315
It was just an ordinary room when I first entered on 20th August 2014 and in less than a month, it had become my room. My place of solace, the place where went to sleep all night. That room has seen all my phases over the last year- it has seen me happy and cheerful, it has seen me cry over guys and other random things, it has seen me grow into a better person over the year. It has seen me work hard for my courses and it has been my hide out when I didn't want to interact with any human. So, for me- it is more than an ordinary room. It was my partner. It feel like that room was full of life, it cheered me up when I was sad, motivated me and made sure that I kept myself level headed at all times.
Having to empty the place left me thinking- was college going to be the same three months later when we come back for year 2? My batch mates are going to be the same and so am I. But my home is going to change. My personal place is going to shift to another tiny room in Ashoka. And for another year, that tiny place will become my favourite place.
I guess life has its nomadic phases where one doesn't settle in one place. Maybe I like it maybe I don't. This has by far been the fifth 'home' I have had in my life. Yes, these senses of attachment are not the same for all of them, all of them have their own goods and bads. It is only wise that I overlook the bads and cherish the goods of my home and wait as another tiny room will become a part of me over the next year.
With this tiny room gone, lot of my stories are gone too- bits of me will be forgotten. Stories I never narrated and feelings I never shared. Only my room and I know it. It's going to be a fresh start start next semester and I look forward to it as I wave good bye to yet another tiny part of me.
Room number - 315
It was just an ordinary room when I first entered on 20th August 2014 and in less than a month, it had become my room. My place of solace, the place where went to sleep all night. That room has seen all my phases over the last year- it has seen me happy and cheerful, it has seen me cry over guys and other random things, it has seen me grow into a better person over the year. It has seen me work hard for my courses and it has been my hide out when I didn't want to interact with any human. So, for me- it is more than an ordinary room. It was my partner. It feel like that room was full of life, it cheered me up when I was sad, motivated me and made sure that I kept myself level headed at all times.
Having to empty the place left me thinking- was college going to be the same three months later when we come back for year 2? My batch mates are going to be the same and so am I. But my home is going to change. My personal place is going to shift to another tiny room in Ashoka. And for another year, that tiny place will become my favourite place.
I guess life has its nomadic phases where one doesn't settle in one place. Maybe I like it maybe I don't. This has by far been the fifth 'home' I have had in my life. Yes, these senses of attachment are not the same for all of them, all of them have their own goods and bads. It is only wise that I overlook the bads and cherish the goods of my home and wait as another tiny room will become a part of me over the next year.
With this tiny room gone, lot of my stories are gone too- bits of me will be forgotten. Stories I never narrated and feelings I never shared. Only my room and I know it. It's going to be a fresh start start next semester and I look forward to it as I wave good bye to yet another tiny part of me.
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