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Somewhere else.

"I have got somewhere to be."

I told them confidently when I had no clue of where will I be after 10 mins. I needed my own time, a little time away after all the time spent with them, for the past 4 hours. Wasn't that enough ? The long 4 hours spent in the room , where we were supposedly free to do anything we want, with no one to check upon us yet, the resources were the only things that could fit in our bags. 

Getting out of the place was what I was waiting for since the  time boredom dawned and practically, we have nothing to do.

I came up the common girls room. No one would come here. There wasn't any fixed rule for who and when can somebody  enter or leave, but from all the time I have been visiting, this place was practically never used and that was what I exactly wanted.

A place where I can find some time off the chaos, where I can do my tasks with all the focus or all the distraction that I need at that time..

Otherwise, what other options did I have ? 

There is a room made which gives us a dedicated chair and table to sit and work peacefully , with all facilities one can use whole working, but it isn't very private, at least for me as I'll continuously be distracted by everyone who come and leaves the room. That's my bad.

So I come here, with the basic facilities but to me it feels super comfortable and peaceful to be here. Ofcourse I dont stay here whole day. That would feel awfully isolated. It's just that, I love to spend some time with peace here.

Sometimes I think if we associate some of your responsibilities depending on the place we are at.  If that's true, this place is somewhere I don't feel responsible for being-on-the-go always.

But ultimately, this is a common place and under the college authority. 

Waiting and working for the day where I can have something like this, to be called mine. I'll make sure to decorate in a way which vibes with me; with the walls decorated and kitchen stocked and maybe with friends invited someday or the other !


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