Alone in slumber, lost in dreams so deep,

I found you there, your presence, my soul to keep.

Standing tall, arms open wide, it seemed,

My tears flowed like rivers, in that dream.

You crumbled, knelt upon the ground so near,

I longed to hold you, to banish every fear.

Embrace, caress, shower love so true,

I took a step, my heart reaching for you.

Each step I took, you drew so close to me,

Just two steps away, how perfect it would be.

With desperate longing, I yearned for your grace,

I leaped into your arms, in that dreamy space.

Yet in an instant, you vanished, flew away,

I stood there weeping, as dawn turned to day.

Calling out, "Mumma," my heart's mournful plea,

"Come back, I miss you, stay close to me."

I ache for your touch, to pat me to sleep,

To make my bed, my secrets to keep.

With every tear, my love for you, it swells,

I cried, "Never leave me in these lonely spells."

Four years will pass, a journey we'll embark,

And 1100 miles won't keep us apart.

You'll hug me tight, I'll rest in your embrace,

Until that day, my love, in your arms, I'll find solace.

I yearned to convey the profound ache that enveloped my heart during the languid hours of the afternoon, as I found myself inexplicably yearning for the comforting presence of my beloved mother. Alone in my room, an overpowering sense of longing gripped me, a palpable emptiness that seemed to gnaw at my very soul.

In the wake of a minor altercation with my roommate, emotions swirled within me like a tempestuous storm. His careless and unhygienic endeavor to trim his unruly beard within the confines of our dormitory had left me disarrayed. The once pristine room had transformed into a chaotic labyrinth of errant whiskers, strewn about like confetti. Instead of offering an apology, he chose to cast blame upon me, asserting that my very presence was a source of irritation.

Amidst this turmoil, I found myself inexplicably compelled to commit a series of regrettable actions during a mundane snack time at the mess hall. A girl ( not my type ) occupied a table within the bustling eatery. Politely, I implored her to share her table with me, but as the conversation unfolded, Them she inquired my friend about his contact details as she wanted to paly badminton with , when she turned to me, "Why do you seek my number? What intentions lie behind this request?", I spoke firmly. Her visage remained inscrutable, a canvas untouched by emotion. A pang of guilt washed over me, prompting introspection, and I pondered whether my actions had been unjust. She remained baffled, and as an awkward silence lingered, I emitted a nervous laugh before making a hasty exit. A regrettable choice, I surmised.

The day culminated with a gathering of friends for dinner, followed by a serene nighttime stroll, where I engaged in profound and soul-searching conversations with my dear friend Vansh. The sweetness of sugary delights melted into my senses as I indulged in a delectable saimya dish. It was a culinary symphony that resonated within my very being.

As I bid adieu, the promise of a new chapter beckoned. Tom's Club Mela awaited, marking the beginning of my first semester. With a heart full of hope and anticipation, I whispered my farewell, "Love Ya," to the world, ready to embrace the adventures and challenges that lay ahead.