Who Cares..

So I was goin home for the festival.. Luggage set, locked up all the things I was leavin behind (havent yet achieved any level of trust with my land lady), checked if I had the ticket, that I was carryin enough money, food, water.. Felt relief, for I was on a vacaion, a short one, but a vacation nonetheless.. Come dinner time, the relief disappeared.. Odd, I know.. For at the dinner time, people all around me were opening packets, boxes, tupper ware.. Cooked food.. Not the restaurant stuff like mine.. It wasnt the content that mattered, what really did matter was the fact that there was someone back home, who cared enough to cook and pack them meals.. Alright, I could be a tad optimistic here (for my benefit) and point out that they all were leaving those people (who cared) behind and goin somewhere new, while I was goin home.. But the thought never came up during those agonising moments.. Amazing how small things make you miss home..

The World of Fleeting Friendships..

You know whats worse than letting go of a friend you've been with for a long time? To let go of a friend you couldve known better, if only she was around for longer. Kinda understand why people say the friends we make at college last for a long time. Must have something to do with the amount of time we spend with them im sure. Once out of college, every advance you want to make, be it professional or personal, jus seems to shove you around in every which direction. And when we do part, the last 'Do keep in touch' or 'Let me know your new number' seem so very absurd and insincere, its stifling to even think of saying such stuff.