It was more than a month ago when I landed here in Bangalore. The city wasn't alien to me. I had come here before but till now i 'unbelonged' here. That day was a different day.
I had big boxes and a couple of bags with me.It wasn't easy to take them to my house. I was tired. But boxes weren't the only things that made me tired and weak. In fact, their stake was small, very very small.
13/07/2007, Friday
Place: They call it the Main Gate of SJCE,Mysore
Time: 11 30 PM
I was sitting pretty behind a black activa which was running at a moderate speed. As soon as I entered my college I felt weird. Yes weird. Thats the right word. I started hiding myself from every possible thing around me. I could see the empty basketball with ghosts of eight people who apparently couldn't talk to each other sitting on its floor. They just couldn't. They seemed the same eight characters, the dude, the genius, the babe, the other babe, the stocks guy, the kid,me and our Shannon Theorem guy.
I got scared.I told you I felt really weird.
I went to the hostel. Bang!! It was a graveyard.
