While I was reading Quran Sharif (holy book)during Fajr (morning) time all of sudden there is this smile, you know the one which cannot be explained! I started getting all the flashbacks as if it was happening right here, right now. Weird, isn't it? That's what I thought but I liked it because it was all about the place where I belong. Let us solve this mystery of where do I belong?

Today I finally smiled or more like blushed like a teenage girl remembering her first crush. No, I wasn't having a recollection of my first crush but the thing which crossed my mind certainly felt like one. All the memories came rushing through my mind, giving me vivid picture what it felt like to be THERE. To be among the people who love you and care for you. What's unfortunate is I could not really understand this before. College and college life (especially crush on professor part) that place gave me a place to belong. I have had change school twice but the 'feel' part was always missing. When I joined my college (I hope you people note how proudly I wrote "my college") it was like I fell in love. It might sound strange and stupid but falling in love is not always about loving a person, at times it can also be about place, memories, and life you have had. It was not difficult to jell up with the crowd who makes you feel so welcomed. And definitely, those professors about who I backbite came to my rescue.

It is the place where I belong. My most of the heaven and a crooked hell. It is a place where I met people who now I know would do anything for me. It is a place where I smiled like a kid when I saw him. That secretive eye to eye exchange moments which would make my day. It is a place where we laughed together and fought with one another. There is not a single memory that I would for one like to replace it. That place gave me butterflies just with the thought of being there (it happens to people when they fall in love, they get butterflies deep down in their stomach pit and you can't get rid of it.) A place where my hope was strengthen and professors showing me the right path. And there was even time when professor used to taunt others for you (usually it's they taunt because of you)

No, it's not about friendship or about how I went there and had hallelujah time. For once it's about 'those professors' who stood by me and 'that place'. Did it make me smile? I would like to correct what I said before. That place, those memories made me blush till my cheeks went pink and my eyes sparkle just with the thought of it. My College - place where I belong. Because I know whenever I go back there, my professors and maasi (peons) would be more than happy to have me. 

Many of you might wonder, how 3 years of your life can make it that place - your place? The answer is very simple it's all about feels, smile, and memories which make you blush till you hide your face into the pillow. Maybe that's the reason I say I belong there. My heaven and crooked hell but in the end it was worth it. While I'm writing this I have this wide smile people get when they write their first love letter and which seems to be impossible to wipe it off your face *wink*

Do you think you belong somewhere? Deep down from your heart? Share with us. Making people smile is consider as a good deed and I hope I was able to do it.

Love You.

Tc.

P.S. Place Where I Belong.

P.S.S. There are so many other things which I would like to write but there are no words to describe it. Damn!