Baker street boys. Forever.

Life is an array of bombshells. One goes awry the other one starts ticking and explodes when you sit for a moment of rest. College life butchers you, all the same it teaches soo many things, you see inextricably diverse people and learn endlessly from them. People come and people go. Nothing lasts forever. As cliched as it sounds. You keep on living and getting ready for the next battle. But never fail to live in the moment cuz that is the only real tangible thing that shall and can ever exist in this fake and unpredictable world.
I don't know where I'm heading. Collision course, it might as well be. This year, last week CIMUN went pretty perfect. I directed the decor team. Tiredness comes from this but the thrill always overshadows your frailness. Currently, I'm working on this gender identity project and the amount of shocks one get is obviously numberless. I fight to meet my friends, it's almost been more than a year since I have and I feel peculiar. Last night I was in my room, praying and this thought just pounded my head that we are here not to stay and have to leave. How quickly we grow older and as we do the human beings we knew in our lives tend to move on and... It's interesting. Now, I'm in a college bus, listening to Photograph, will post more later. Yesterday, our instructor was stressing upon the gravity of not leaving writing and felt so nostalgic and wee bit sad that I can't push that writer inside me much as of now, I know I will. Soon. Time shall reveal.
Until then.
Adios. Godspeed.

PS. The powercut should've not happened cuz I started watching a movie after ages! We'll see. 13 hours its name was. Alrightish. Although saw it halfway through.