A Home away from Home

A couple - glued into each other, lips moving, describing to each other, an account of what they see in the depths of each others eye - sitting in the lush greens of North Campus behind the law faculty library attract my eyes. At once, the myriad books in front of me, 45000 to be precise don't have any answer for my questions. A sensation is slowly but steadily crawling up into my heart, trying hard to convince me to play cupid in this new city I will call my home for the next three years. If you thought that only Law Faculty had this affect on me then you are mistaken, similar scenes were witness to my eyes in Arts Faculty or Miranda House or Shri Ram College or from the moment you get down at Vishwavidyalaya and bear witness to boys and girls, arms in arms, heads resting on each others shoulders trying to become whole. And I have decided to remain a spectator for, shoulders to seek respite for me are a thousand miles adrift, the eyes I seek to find solace in must be resting in peace at this ungodly hour of mankind, the arms I seek to hold might never come in contact with mine. And when people ask me about the changes I feel here, there is nothing for me to say apart from the same age old skinny of environment and culture. But, in reality, what will change in a mad and hopeless romantic apart from the fact that he can't explain the same to her who earnestly desires him? 6 years - 2190 days. And she says, 'what do you know about feelings to behave such' after 6 days?

I am here
but my memories can never die
do try to remember me
as I do for you
for I might not return
now that I call someone else my home.