Am awake, tommorow is a Operations Management Compre, that's hardly any reason to it; have been sleeping since past 2 days (30/48 hrs) but tonight after coming back from ANC, Saayan and I tried studying and saayan slept on my bed, that's a better reasoning why a bedless me is awake.

As I have just come back to my room AK 111, from a short stroll outside on the road from Insti Main gate to ANC, I write this at 2:59 AM on 8^th May 2009, Three years and 9 months since when I first walked through that road on 8^th August 2005 alone, ya alone… for most of the students would come along with people around them to join their university for the first time, wasn't thatway for me, but I did get some good company from the bus to pilani from delhi, who eventually turned out to be my sidey and roommate. 8^th August, because I was a late Registration candidate (Late Re's) floated off from BITS Goa's degree to MMS at pilani, now extinct as we walk out as the last batch.

This 8^th of the month shall probably never come back again at pilani for me, certainly not 8^th august; precisely 1370 is a number myriad enough, it's the number of days that have passed since, the boy with 2 small baggages on a rickshaw came in looking for Vyas Bhawan, supposed to be his reporting destination, turning out to be his abode for an year as well. Thirteen Hundred and seventy days after the day, he had a chance to walk alone again on the same road, he went till ANC and traversed the road back again, trying to feel something, he did, recollect a few memoirs of those 1370 days. Lovely they were, certainly, the best ones he got, & sweet she was, and so he wrote this post.

Adios dear road, adieu dear 8^th August, & stay back with me, dear…."my memories of these thirteen hundred and seventy days"