Last winter.........

it's winter again.... brazen trees.... foggy mornings..... curbed days..... chilled nights...... but still, while at home winters are always cozy and comfy.... heating system and warm bed.... warm socks and hot soups.....sizzling meals and hot chocolate...... but still i'm hostel-sick !

yeah, i mean everybody gets homesick at some or the other point of time, but only few get hostel-sick, few like me ( after being in hostel for last six years, i think i've all the rights to feel that way sometimes ), and it's  the winter this time which is reactivating this latent feeling......

i miss the joy of being in room no.72, yes the same room on the top floor of the hostel which had a poster of Santa with a bag full of gift,on the door,wishing everyone a happy holiday season...

i miss the sun that used to peep in through my window n wake me up on sunny winter mornings...

i miss the view offered by my window, a tree with green clouds hanging above it, standing in the football cum cricket ground which always had a commotion on sunny winter days.....

i miss that sloping roof without any fence, which used to be full of girls hanging on edges with their cell phones even on freezing nights, and for me, from up there the moon seemed so near by.....

i miss those foggy winter mornings when fog was an excuse good enough to bunk the work....

i miss having unending chats and innumerable cups of tea in the dhaba....

i miss sitting on that bench outside the dhaba and popping peanuts with friends....

i miss those juicy gossips which used to travel at a speed faster than light ....

i miss the taste of those horribly cooked meals which everyone would tag wonderful just to keep me happy and trying....

i miss those midnight maggi and late night romantic comedies while all snuggled up on bed ....

i miss the late saturday mornings and sat-special masala dosa for breakfast, and those mouth-watering jalebis on some lucky mornings.....

i miss those back-breaking rides on rickety rickshaws....

i miss those long lazy afternoon walks on that dusty road with dear friends....

i miss the warmth which a home away from home had given me......

i so very much miss the last winter.....

if i had a time machine, i wouldn't mind going back to the life which was so carefree and gay.... but now the place has changed, people too and so has life, but the memories are still fresh and it won't ever change, may be with time it'll fade a little but will always be cherished upon.....
undoubtedly one of the best times of my life.......last winter.