And it's the end of another day at college.

Annnnd I don't know what I'm feeling ...

From bored, disinterested, weird people, strange place, I've come to a not-so-bored, bogged, tired, entertained, weird people stage. Some progress, that. That means I like college.

There was this one night, a couple of months back, when I was just walking along the central corridor in the hostel, watching girls chatting, laughing, giggling on their phones, and I thought - 'I like hostel' and in that moment I had accepted the curfews, the boring lectures, the (apparent) strain of the academics, and the people, strange or not. In that one moment, 'this' college became 'my' college and hostel became home.  

Now it's festival time, and hostel's nearly empty. With project submissions due, it's not so much celebration time as work time. 

This is also the end of a certain phase, the first of my college life.  I'll wake up new tomorrow.

Listening to Soulmate - Natasha Bedingfield.

'Somebody tell me, why I am alone, if there's a soulmate for everyone'

It's the music, not the lyrics, that attracts me to this song. '.... Incompatible, it don't matter though'

"All I can be is me - whoever that is."