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Going home after a year.

Before that i will be spending some time at JNU with few of my friends and seniors.

I m excited about so many things. Traveling (i love all comfortable modes of transport). Meeting old friends after 2 years. Meeting family.

Somehow i m getting this feeling that it's not meeting people which i m excited about. I m more eager to be at the place where i stayed 4 years back. Woh tedhe medhe raaste, woh pathreeli pagdandi, woh dhaaba, woh seedhiyan, aur woh mera kamra, chhota magar pyaara sa...

Nostalgia.

Why m i thinking about those inanimate things? May be i expect that they would not have changed as much as i have changed in all these years.

People change.

But do places also change (in absence of any physical re-construction)?

Will i get the same emotions when i reach there? Less likely, but let me see.

I hope this short vacation does any good to me. I hope i come back with a few good memories.

Comments

Nepali Akash said…

"People change."

Thats for sure brother!!!

11 October, 2007 09:06

Nepali Akash said…

And how about coming to Pokhara.
Not coming here, aint worth living either aye !!!

wink wink

22 October, 2007 03:45

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