A Throwback Page From A Forgotten Diary

It's 3 weeks since the last page. I'm sitting in the staffroom at Gumpha Rd English Medium School, where I'm interning my first term.
Life changes so rapidly almost everyday. 3 weeks ago I was a different person than I am today. Exams had just began and I was a wreck. Today I'm not sorted either but even if I am a wreck, it's one with different issues right now. Besides, wrecks are interesting. Rusty ships with a tingling of life left in them creating ripples and bubbles in a place where no one even sees them.
But I'm going of topic here. I don't even know why I'm writing this right now because I'm pretty emotionless. After a large amount of time, I've reached that point again where I don't care if the ropes of things are or aren't in my hands. I actually don't even see the ropes right now. For a while, I'm okay with life continuing to be on the settings I set it on last time I pulled the ropes. Internships, SIMC, Thespo, AmyGos, Friendships, Love, Truths, Poetry, Thoughts, Feelings, Writing, Talking, Moving, Watching stuff it's all like I want it to be at the moment.
But it is also true that I know something is missing. It's not something I can put my finger on. Reciprocation of Love? Maybe. A not-so-packed schedule? Maybe. I don't know. I also know it's not something I can figure out. It will strike me at a point of time suddenly. Until then, I'll make peace with the feeling of incompleteness. Until then, I'll make peace with it with an abstract piece? Maybe.

A Page Out Of The Diary I Fail To Write

I'm sleeping with a bunch of notes under my pillow. No, not a superstition. But as I gave up on Studying yet again, I figured Under my pillow would be better place than scattered on the bathroom floor, my spot of studying. If the superstition were to work, even better.
It's about 10 days until Home. I had my share of "Can't Believe The Semester's Over" but truth is, I saw the Semester go by. When the days end slowly, the year goes quicker. When the days wind up like wind, the year feels like it lasted a decade. And the EndSem has slowed down painfully. I'm already pinning to go back to Mumbai. To Home, to Thespo, to some free time, to productivity and of course, to the internships.

Another thing on my mind now is Ashutosh Gowarikar's EVEREST. Starting today on Star Plus, I hope it keeps up with the expectations that the first episode gave me. A good plot, good casting, good scripting and above everything, the mountains. God knows when I'm going to see Snow Topped Mountains again? Soon I hope. Because every sight of the frozen mountains melts me. Why, I don't know. I couldn't even climb the Brigu as far as I would have liked to. I don't want to analyze it. All I want to do, is live it.