6 days to go...
Upon waking up again at an unearthly hour (3 o clock), I realised that these would be the last six days of my life when I would be allowed to wake up so late in the morning, and yet enjoy a complete waking day (18 hours).
Did that make me sad? I don't know. I guess everyone has to move on, at some time or the other. Maybe the next phase of my life will be more fun.
By the way, during dinner, suddenly noises of wild cheering could be heard from nearby hostels. Investigation revealed that the greatest one day international ever was being played, as I was enjoying my biryani. I went back, and caught the last few moments.
It was true. History was truly created. And it was fun watching it with people from campus. Maybe I will never again see so many crazy cricket fans in the same common room, rooting for one foreign side, against another foreign side, yet feeling like they were rooting for their own country.
Did that make me sad? I don't know. I guess everyone has to move on, at some time or the other. Maybe the next phase of my life will be more fun.
By the way, during dinner, suddenly noises of wild cheering could be heard from nearby hostels. Investigation revealed that the greatest one day international ever was being played, as I was enjoying my biryani. I went back, and caught the last few moments.
It was true. History was truly created. And it was fun watching it with people from campus. Maybe I will never again see so many crazy cricket fans in the same common room, rooting for one foreign side, against another foreign side, yet feeling like they were rooting for their own country.
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