Liberated !!!

It is sheer serendipity that this and the previous posts are very closely related . May be I didnot get time or may be I didnot experience anything so fascinating that could lure me to write something.

At the breakfast table today, while I was having a casual conversation with my friend , she told me that nowadays ,life at times seems so mechanical that at few points ,it looks as if everything is happening in dreams. I agreed with her, to an extent and realised that I experience the same feeling at times.

Few days back when I got a chance to break the monotony of daily office and home schedules ,I grabbed the chance without giving it a thought. I am talking about my friend's marriage that took place in kurukshetra---the place where I have spent 4 memorable years of my life.
We seven friends from NCR had ,set out on the journey on the eve of 11th dec, at around 4 pm. The thought of seeing everyone after such a long time was very exhilarating in itself.It took us around 4-5 hrs to reach the destination , thanks to the heavy traffic on the GT road.We people had planned to first go to a friend's place who was also accompanying us from Gurgaon.To reach there we had to cross the University entrance and as we were really running late, no body dared to express the desire to visit the college ,though deep inside our hearts we wanted to do so.And what then ??? We all set aside from our minds the burden of time constraint and shouting and cheering,we asked the driver to steer through the university to the NITK girls hostel.
When we reached there we were not sure if anyone would recognise us. But in the next few moments we experienced something that I find tough to describe in words.

The gatekeeper who is an old man in his 70s recognised us even after 2 years. I had never before realised so closely that he is the person who had seen us and kept a watch on us 24X7 for 4 years and therefore its not that easy for him to forget those faces.Even though he fulfilled a great responsibilty, for us he had never been a very significant person during our stay there.
We entered the hostel and most of the faces that we encountered dint know us for obvious reasons.The only people who recognised us were the girls who are now in their final year of engineering.It was around 8:30 pm and the familiar aroma of the food from the hostel kitchen drew us towards itself. We met munni aunty who had served us food 3 times in a day for 4 years. Gaur singh bhaiya who was and will continue to manage the food accounts for I dont know how many years--- still remembers our roll numbers.

Being in the hostel once again was an ecstatic feeling.It was after a long time that I wanted to shout on top of my voice.

I discovered that I was wrong in thinking that I had forgotten laughing out loud and shouting to express my happiness.I was wrong in thinking that I have started talking less day by day. Rather I felt that my friends and their marvellous company bring out the real me.