So PecFest is done and dusted, finally. There wasn't anything memorable about this one, except seeing some of the cutest girls descend on your college campus :P. My heart tells me I had fun, but my mind is bent on making a strange but natural comparison. There was something about PecFest4- the zing, the excitement, the enthusiasm, the feel of being a part of something spectacular which was completely lacking this time. The journey to PecFest5 for me, was a journey from innocence to responsibility. Its a journey everyone undertakes, but no one really wants to. You do not want to grow up, and yet you do. The childhood dreams give way to practicality, just as the purity of youth gives way to a convoluted maturity. And the young child is lost somewhere in his own dreams, in his perfect world that, our imperfect thinking tells us, doesn't exist. 
College after PecFest hasn't been good. But today, as I looked at the mirror, I saw myself smile. There isn't always a reason, and there wasn't any this time. But it left me happy and relieved, after quite a few days. Few days that have seen me love and hate my friends at the same instant, few days when I've felt pain as if a hundred needles were poking in my eyes. Finally, those few days are over, and apparently, PecFest is not only thing that's done and dusted.