My Heaven...
Graduations are like trains...they take you from one station to another station in your life...As I graduated I had bid adieu the warm company of my friends, protection of my teachers and the comfort of my room.
My room was my heaven where I spent so much time exploring myself. It was my identity. It was a witness to my true emotions. In my room I cried, smiled, laugh, danced, sang, fell in love, criticized, analysed, introspected, felt anger, sadness, joy and was exposed to all other emotions without being conscious of the people around me. It knew me as I am...
And when the end came,i t tore my heart to pack everything and leave my heaven...
This post is dedicated to my heaven and its memories...
My room was my heaven where I spent so much time exploring myself. It was my identity. It was a witness to my true emotions. In my room I cried, smiled, laugh, danced, sang, fell in love, criticized, analysed, introspected, felt anger, sadness, joy and was exposed to all other emotions without being conscious of the people around me. It knew me as I am...
And when the end came,i t tore my heart to pack everything and leave my heaven...
This post is dedicated to my heaven and its memories...