Collect Moments

I'm finally, eventually, ultimately, done with my part of the damn Geog project.Holy shit that took me days. Reading through all the annual reports. Though I foresee rounds of editing after everybody's contributions, it's comforting to know that I'm done with one tiny little project, yay! Five more to go... five fucking more. I guess that's the price to pay for having just one Mid term then. Which thankfully, is over last Friday. This post took me really long to get started because, I couldn't sort out my thoughts ( not that I am now though.) and it scares me to start typing since once it's posted, you can't erase it again. You got to be sure that this is exactly what you want to express, and not to type it out and regret thereafter. Like Opps, actually things aren't like this and I didn't mean it. Time passed, no matter anything. It's been two weeks since I got myself trying to adjust to the new hall life. After spending one entire semes...

A closure, finally.  Part and parcel of life. People would say. Yeah of cause, for every single thing that happens is part of our life. And in a distant future, I would think back and simply goes ‘oh yeah, I remember that’.   1.5years isn’t very long to be frank, barely 2% of a lifetime. I met a whole new loads of people during this period, none like you. And you said, ‘it’s impossible to meet someone like me, because there is only one me. You can’t go around trying to replace me. You need to move on and find someone new. And don’t compare that person with me. It’s never going to work out like that.’ For all these while I always wanted to ask you out, but never had the guts to. This time, triggered by the guy with some resemblances, and also the 3 second of courage theory, and me being impulsive as I always am, the text was sent.  No regrets. No regret on meeting you, but whole load of guilty for breaking the last string of trust someone else had with me. It was...