Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!

Yesterday, after like a zillion years, I saw a whole match of cricket. And what a match it was! Imagine 400 people crowded into one large room, all light blocked, with whistles in hand, Indian flags painted on every alternate face. A crowd that screams with every run made by us, boos every run made by Pakistan, cheers to the high heavens for every wicket taken by us! Shrieking with joy and hugging each other after the thrilling brilliant victory, standing on chairs and whooping after it's done, bursting bombs to celebrate. One entity.

I love college.

Storytime

I've always been one to build stories in my head, make up circumstances and situations that I wish would happen or that I wouldn't in reality, but I wouldn't mind dreaming about.

Why do I think people make up stories? To feel something... Something you want to live over and over again, something you can't live out in reality, something you wish would happen, something that never will... It's for feeling awe, love, humour, thrill, adventure, anything!

To live through dreams makes life interesting. To build worlds in your head makes life more colourful. The ending just might stay the same and so may the outline but the whole purpose is the process, the story unfolding, hanging on to every scenario like it were real...

However colourful my life may be, it always increases due to my dream world... and shall always remain so, for which I am thankful.