I hate saying goodbyes. I feel it means meeting the finish very brashly….as if in a hurry. Silent partings are better; the end comes and goes, and subtly touches you, giving you more time and space to have the ending set in. Moving on, How I wish my college to get over fast. I still have more than 3 yrs of my med school left, but I’m sick of it already. Waking up in my hostel room every morning with the snoozed alarm still ringing, how I wish ma would come with my favorite glass of lemonade. …..excessively sugared with care, the seeds afloat, forgotten to be removed in a hurry. Curled up in bed, sleepy eyes and toothy smiles, I would curl up a bit more, look at my cell phone for a “gm” message, drink the lemonade still smiling, look at my phone once more and go off to sleep all over again….the smile in place. Anyway….I had slept with nightmares yesterday. Feeling tired after everything.