day two

These days, with only three more practical exams to go before I head home after a year, I am getting more and more retrospective by the day. what is it that I will remember from this year ?? The overwhelming feeling of turning 21 ?? The overnight addas with the gang? The semester I worked my ass nights off for?? The sunset at the beach? some person ? some profound realisation?? Honestly, none. Its the end of another year I probably wouldn’t be able to differentiate from other years when I look back. But its one full year of my life. one year in the making of me. I wish life could be an indexed book with chapter headings. The lesson names imprinted in bold alongside the year you learnt them. that way, in the later years, we could all have a book .open it wide. Revise certain years. talk about them.....”in the march of nth year, while I was doing so and so.....”.
hilarious wish.isnt it? Who wants such an orderly formatted life? there are small lessons, small dips ,small spikes everyday.no larger than life ,climax-mimicking turn of events. and the lessons keep changing.always.thats the fun,isnt it? :-)