This is college life, isn't it?
While bustling from one bus to metro, I felt lost. Lost in the void ocean of life. It felt like living an ordinary soldier's life without any distinct recognisation in the army of workaholic humans. There was commotion in every nook and corner of every sphere of life. The hustle of completing notes to the bustle of making friends, the commotion to make all ends meet. A maddening rush existed from the corridors of college to the auto stands. Competition exists in every teensy weensy thing one does. From fighting and securing that last seat to working that extra mile to keep pace with studies and college activities, I realized that life isn't a cakewalk! Everyday is a perpetual cycle- rushing to classes for that 'front below the fan seats', eating dosa and kachori in that sweat laden stinking clothes to ranting the tit bits of the long day to my mate. But at night, on revisiting the memory lane of the tiring day, the little struggles seem worthy. The live orchestra of gre