22 days

22 days to emancipation.
22 days to liberation.
22 days to eternal bliss.
22 days to being the old ‘me’ again.
22 days to meeting the best people in my life- my parents.
22 days to say cheers to life.
22 days to let the realization that I’m eighteen sink into my heart.
22 days to go back to my paradise.
22 days to love and be loved.
22 days to be where each fragment of my soul was put together.
22 days for my heart to leap again, in joy.
22 days to savour delicacies.
22 days to peacefully sleep.
22 days to enthusiasm.
Yes, 22 days to go back home!

This is my most spontaneous post ever. Even before starting it, I had no clue that it would turn out to be this. Maybe, when the heart writes, the mind has to barely think.


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