With the tides of doom not far away, the small waves are trying to barge in at the gates of my foothold bridge. Alas end-semesters come with a drought of fun, but common sense prevails in our room and we continue to make merry as ever.
Not to say we are those kinds of person no work and all fun but still no fun makes a dull body. The serials are flowing like a bloodbath after a war, with Friends and Dexter right in the midst of things.
The novel discussions are a blessing at first but after a while turns into a chore like no other, where you love it but are doing it anymore just for the sense of holding on to a little normality in your life.
Still the struggles are not seen by the higher-ups and they continue to pile on the workload till it seems like a tower treacherous with its monsters hiding behind every nook and corner.
However, we are foolhardy and unyielding and continue to face the world day after day without so much as a flinch. Its friendship and love that wins forever from the times of old and still carries on the wagon of the cycle. However, as Dexter says we are just a traveller with the dark passenger behind the wheels.
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