" With a few more days to hold on to, some of us are walking on a tight rope, ready to fall but we know not on which side we want to drown ourselves.
On one side there is freedom and the desire to be this carefree, a little irresponsible, a little selfish, a little too thrifty, with some mismanagement, two broken cellphones, one broken laptop, some lost valuables but a heart unbroken and recently found.
On the other side awaits luxury and responsibility amidst some smog, some corruption, some people dear to us, some love, some misunderstandings, some too-many-people suffocation, some fun, some reality you are willing to face, some reality you wish didn't exist.
You don't wanna go back but there is nothing much left here to be for.
You wanna go back but you know once you're back you're gonna miss this time, this place, this feeling terribly.
You're a nobody here yet everything in some memorable times,
You're somebody there holding on to not be a nobody.
I had been living in the moment but today my wallet hardly made a sound as it dropped on the floor.
"Nothing much left here to be for," it said. "

― Sanhita Baruah