I inhaled the air of freedom. The university was over and I along with Ishaan, had been standing near the gate of the university for about half an hour now. It was not that we were busy or occupied, but it was because we were foolishly unable to decide, where should we go. Every Wednesday was a day for a group study for us. I know group indicates many people, but we were just 'us', only two of us. Therefore, we did group studies together, just the two of us.

"Well, where do you want to go?", Ishaan asked. "Ummm.....Anywhere, you know what? Listen, let's do one thing. Let's go to our old cafe, 'Brew'. Ok?", I asked him because this was it, I couldn't stand in the middle of nowhere. "ok fine, lets go.", he responded, monotonously. It was actually the only place we would ever go to hangout. We would celebrate our birthdays, friendship days, Diwali, holi. Well, almost all festivals, as it almost made up to a fortune, returning back to India for all of the festivals. Therefore, this was the most amazing place.

We reached in exactly fifteen minutes. Ishaan was standing in front me and we quickly got in and I rushed to my favourite spot, the window seat, which provided the entire place's view,the beautiful city with the sun shining on the streets. I loved this café, as it generated positive vibes. It had all these multicolor wallpapers, that reminded me of India and I would often end up in tears at the thought of that. But, I will not cry right now, since I am talking to you people.

Well, we made ourselves comfortable and I ordered a hot chocolate. What? I know this is a café and that I can order many things, but after all nothing can beat hot chocolate, and also hot chocolate helps me focus. I quickly reach out for my books, as soon as, we are done ordering. Ishaan orders a dalgona coffee for himself. Yes, those milky things that have the coffee paste sitting right up. I hate those stuff, for me 'desi' is the best. I actually don't hate the Britishers, but I dislike them for stealing our Kohinoor and other gems from Taj Mahal.

For the next few hours, we have been helping each other in thermodynamics. Arghhh.....okay, me only I needed help in thermodynamics because I was stuck somewhere in the middle.

Anyways, exactly at 7pm we decide to return to our homes and currently I am walking back home. Well, one thing you are supposed to know about London is that it is a cold place and therefore it begins to get dark, quite early. I mean the city and especially the locality I live in is safe concerning a few security reasons, like rape or theft etc.

I enterd the building and reached the sixteenth floor, my floor. I am standing amidst the corridor right now, trying to figure out the right key out of several keys, which would fit the hole stuck in my apartment door. After fidgeting for a few minutes, I finally give a victorious smile and unlock my door. As soon as, I am done, I spot, from a distance Mrs. Williamson, walking towards me, I quickly get in and lock the door behind me. I do not like unwanted attention and especially old people, speaking to me and asking about my entire day routine.

Well, I quickly change in my pajamas and eat some ice cream and head for the bed.

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