I was home for about three months. I use to wake up, take a shower and went to meet the girl whom I loved. Then came back and had lunch and then all the day with friends, jamming with my band members. Sometimes the days were lonely when all the frens were busy with their work. But I was living the golden life. When I remembered of going back, I use to get afraid of it. I dont wanna go back once again. But there was no way out. I must finish once I get started. Soon the day came I have to go back. I couldn`t stop my emotions of leaving again MY PLACE. Now, its been about 9 years I ve been away from home. And the me before and after is totally different. The time and the situation changes the person. The only difference is what I can do and cannot. On that time and now. These things still sometimes make me think, which sometimes makes me hard to decide the right thing.
The photo above was taken by my old friend of school "Brijesh", with whom I spend most of my time while I am back to home. The date in the photo is a mistake. It should have beem 1997 instead of 1999.