The D-Day

Sun had already started sleeping, moon is brushing her teeth.
I got into the rented auto standing in front of my house. I was with a big Brand new bag in my back and it completely full of variety of Eatables, my father put two more baggages into the auto.

My mother started crying, on seeing her my sister too started.
Eventhough i felt very bad to see them crying (of course i never seen them crying before), but i was little happy inside me because i am going to another world which i always dreamt of.

My Mom kissed my forehead, and repeated her Last minute advices again, My sister hit me very hard and asked me not to forget that beat.
Auto left-dropped in the bus stand-got the bus-slept in travel-reached...........

Now.... i was stepping into The great "BHARATHIAR UNIVERSITY" campus mens hostel.

oops i forgotten to tell u what is my dream was, here it goes...

My dream was to be in a hostel and enjoy as a hosteler as my schooling and under graduation was as a daily scholar. and i used to see those hostelguys in my under graduatuion enjoy like hell.

ok .. now the story goes....

This was the first time I was going to stay away from my house. i was thinking about the
advices given by my cousin about how to adjust with roomies and hostel mates and my sisters beat and her innocent words "Dont foget this beat".

Anyways I was excited and was all set to enjoy the college and hostel life.

I got into my room to put all my baggages, I was very happy that i got a good & talkative roommates.
Amidst of this Happiness, Something was bothering me but i wasn't able to figure out that.

As a week passed by,
I got more Friends,
Now I becomes We, :)
We got good Food,
We frequented to cinema hall.
but still i am feeling like something is bothering me for days.

One fine saturday,
Everyone went out for a film without me as i was sleeping in someother room when they left.
I went to Mess Hall for Dinner @ 7 PM,
I was sitting there alone with the plate filled with curd rice.
In the middle of the plate,
I saw my family of 5, sitting in a round manner in the moonlight for dinner,
Me and my brother kept on teasing my sister,

she kept on reporting about us to MOM,
My mother scolding us by a smile in her lips and wink in her eyes,
Father is advicing us the table manners.
Baadshah(my pet dog) is getting his dinner in between our dinner.

I regained Consciousness. After wiping my eyes, I ran to the phone booth,
called my home, paid a bill of Rs.200 for hour long cryings on both the sides,
Now, I realised what was bothering me these days,
I was missing my sister's teasings, fathers teachings, baadshah's chasings, etc.,

I told this to my freinds, when they arrived hostel late at night.

Early morning, i got up early, packed my bags and got into the townbus in its Source bus station, I asked the conductor "1 gandhipuram(city bus stand)", i heard a sound near me, make it as five. Four of my friends entring to the bus with thier baggages.

Singular becomes Plural again....

That was the D-Day when "we" realised "us"..