m kinda homesick...

My shadow s way 2 fidgety, desperately yearnin 2 b free n smtyms annoyingly yells at me to shun my considerate n foolishly emotion-paralysed self. tym n again, i grab its ears n drag it bak to consciousness showin who's da boss around here! yet dis tym i wantd a cmpany n so askd hm 2 brng its ears closer so dat i cud tell hm smthng in secret. he does n den i whisper,"hey buddy, don tell dis to nebdy bt m kinda homesick!" a familiar voice answers me,"dude,dats 2 obvious.do u really believ v didn know?" i turn bak n c so many beautiful faces...frenx,family,relatives n many faces i didn even recoognise. am i dis naive at my privacy? doesn ne1 not noe dat m homesik? i felt embarressd. i yelld bak," don answer me bak, u nerds....grrh!!"

everytym wen m abt to go hm frm hostl frenx get me grounded n treat me lyk a baby born jus yesterde goin to cuddle up mommy in slo mo wen i reach hm lik dose old bollywood movies n lick lollypops sleepin on mommy's lap! suddenly dis makes me nostalgic. now as i sleep wid mom in da sm bed, i put my hands behind my head n resuscitate old kiddo des wen i used to sleep wid mom n dad. one leg stretchd to agra n oder kanyakumari, hands formin a viel to mommy's protruded belly,saliva makin da cushion wet n yawning as if angels demselves r embracing wid persian white peacock's feathers,least cared abt wat tomorrow brings...few minutes of mommy's aroma n da little kid s sleepin-dead!

bt dis moment nw,dis feeling i hv ryt nw, s smthng i perhaps cannot xplain. it smhw feels da same hw i did wen i missd home at hstl. am i missing hstl? v gossip,v complain, v curse,v abuse, v go on strike....on hstl food, water, rooms, electricity, da underconstruction building. v yell at our frenx wen room looks messed up, realising deep down dat no1 s no less responsible dan v ourselves, yell at bathrooms," abe saaley, undar naha hi raha hai ya aur kuch? ghar basana hai kya undar?", abuse silently while jus entering da loo flushing, 'dese filthy guys ll neva change! chi..." believ me, if u hv stayed in a hstl, u cn stay newhere. absolutely ANYWHERE!!!

bt all said n done, ders no bettr place dan a Hostel. seems wierd naa? i ll tell u y. or perhaps u noe it, dont u? FRIENX... its bcuz wen u sleep cuddling smbdy, u bcum a kiddo n da rest remains da sm. da legs, hands, sleeping-dead part, nt one changes. bcuz wen u cry, sm1 cries 2, bcuz wen u laf, u r neva da onle 1, no mattr hw foolish yr joke mayb, dose helpin hands, dose teasing, pleasing n all....every feeling wich onle a hostleite cn feel, cn understand. Hip hip hooray!!!

yeah it definitely makes sense, me missing smthing. surely, i missed home wen i ws at hstl. nw i am missing hstl wen i am home. or, is it dat m always missing home wen i am home. read home as home or home as hostel. its all da same!!!