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Last night I dreamt I was ten, and it was evening and I was running back home from the playground, with my sister trying hard to catch up. Both of us laughing hard at some joke. And when she got tired ( She had this weird habit of stopping right in the middle of the road and sitting down – plop – when she couldn’t keep up with me), both of us held hands and walked part of the way, swinging our hands together.

Maybe it’s the weather. Cloudy, overcast days, that just-about-to-rain feeling makes me somewhat melancholy.

I think I cried in my sleep, I am not too sure.

Times like this, Guwahati and Nichols High School and BamuniMaidan and Cotton College seems SO far away, almost like a half-forgotten memory. I don’t miss my family or that place too much.

It will pass.

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  1. Maybe it’s the weather. Cloudy, overcast days, that just-about-to-rain feeling makes me somewhat melancholy.

    I think I cried in my sleep, I am not too sure.

    Doesn’t sound too good, but I think I kind of understand how you feel.

    Take care…

    • :-) Enjoyed the rain, man. The only worm in the apple was the #$*@%$$*&$% Anu Malik song that kept popping up in my mind every now and then.

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