The After-math
It has been two days since I last saw you, still I cannot get you out of my mind; even when I sleep all I dream of is you. Yes, this is how much I am missing you. My thoughts about you reach at a point where I wonder is if I don't manage to see you again how will I suffice? Well, some say this is love. Honestly I have never been one of the believer of the "love", so I don't know how it is like but if people say so...maybe it is love. And hence I declare: "I love you, NH7 Weeekender". (Ha, what you thought? :P) Honestly, I'd say that one hasn't "lived" unless that person has been to Weekender. No, I'm not exaggerating nor am I promoting because I have worked for it but the thing is, its a place where you are totally disconnected with the outside world (thanks to no network) and are actually soaking in what's going around you. I was there for three days (three and a half to be precise), totally clueless about the world outside, enj...