Each night I sleep with a hope that tomorrow will be much better than today. I will get to learn more, will be much stronger than today, will experience something new, will make someone smile. With these thoughts, I pray every night and slowly loose myself into the world of my dreams.
The next morning, my last night's long sleep doesn't allow me to wake up. My mobile phone's alarm ringtone keeps struggling in order to wake me up but the dreamy world I am wandering in becomes the part and parcel of my eyes. My eyes are happy to see the imaginary world where contentment and happiness is all one experiences. They can't prepare themselves to witness the harsh awful reality of the world we live in.
I put the alarm on snooze and wrap myself more tightly in the blanket. Ten minutes later, the alarm tone starts ringing again. It's creaky sound irritates me and as a result, somehow my eyes are opened. I get off the bed and very quickly get ready for the college. Still I get late everyday ( that's the irony of it).
While getting out of the home and reaching to the railway station, thousands of thoughts keep running in my mind. Happiness, sorrow, agony, rage, love, care- all together in a hustle bustle along with the footsteps I take. Every other moment, I experience a different emotion and get stuck in my own thoughts which makes me feel so melancholic. I get lost into some other world and can't cope with the outside reality.
Lost in the thoughts, I reach college and somehow try to hide my emotions- sometimes it works, sometimes not. There I do all the activities we are given. I study, enjoy and work whole heartily, but by the evening it becomes so tiring. After indeed a tiring day at college, I head back towards home either with a happy mood or probably sometimes I wish to keep mum. I reach home, have a cup of tea and half an hour later, mother serves the food. While having my dinner, I scan through three to four news channels and it depends on the story whether I want to watch it or not.
After I am done with the dinner, I think of studying but something inside again disturbs me which doesn't allow me to study. Book lies right in front of my eyes, my gaze on a peculiar page but my heart and mind wander somewhere else.
Within that gaze, my eyes loose themselves into the deep intoxication of sleep . They are no more able to gaze anywhere. I don't feel like studying anymore. That melancholic feeling inside compels me to close the book and again like the last night I loose myself into the dreamy world.
The next morning, my last night's long sleep doesn't allow me to wake up. My mobile phone's alarm ringtone keeps struggling in order to wake me up but the dreamy world I am wandering in becomes the part and parcel of my eyes. My eyes are happy to see the imaginary world where contentment and happiness is all one experiences. They can't prepare themselves to witness the harsh awful reality of the world we live in.
I put the alarm on snooze and wrap myself more tightly in the blanket. Ten minutes later, the alarm tone starts ringing again. It's creaky sound irritates me and as a result, somehow my eyes are opened. I get off the bed and very quickly get ready for the college. Still I get late everyday ( that's the irony of it).
While getting out of the home and reaching to the railway station, thousands of thoughts keep running in my mind. Happiness, sorrow, agony, rage, love, care- all together in a hustle bustle along with the footsteps I take. Every other moment, I experience a different emotion and get stuck in my own thoughts which makes me feel so melancholic. I get lost into some other world and can't cope with the outside reality.
Lost in the thoughts, I reach college and somehow try to hide my emotions- sometimes it works, sometimes not. There I do all the activities we are given. I study, enjoy and work whole heartily, but by the evening it becomes so tiring. After indeed a tiring day at college, I head back towards home either with a happy mood or probably sometimes I wish to keep mum. I reach home, have a cup of tea and half an hour later, mother serves the food. While having my dinner, I scan through three to four news channels and it depends on the story whether I want to watch it or not.
After I am done with the dinner, I think of studying but something inside again disturbs me which doesn't allow me to study. Book lies right in front of my eyes, my gaze on a peculiar page but my heart and mind wander somewhere else.
Within that gaze, my eyes loose themselves into the deep intoxication of sleep . They are no more able to gaze anywhere. I don't feel like studying anymore. That melancholic feeling inside compels me to close the book and again like the last night I loose myself into the dreamy world.
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