When you see your teacher uttering those word which doesn't actually register in you memory... just passes by...
You are actually thinking of a guy sitting ahead on next row of bench, looking at his silky hair or you are actually staring at the girl next to your bench.
and out side window you find Realism roaring, you sure wanna get sleep. and does it really bother you that after few days you will have whole lot of free time which you had always wanted, always craved for, but when it comes, it comes with the question- now What?
so we decide to have romance with the time, not with humans, animals, plants, books, beliefs, laptop and poetry...
May be everything all together...
Its a marvelous feeling...
