The sixth 'dogma'

Now when I look back, though my semester wasn't one of the greatest, it is still a vivid recollection. It started off with a bang, what with my girlfriend and I going to movies bunking classes! And then, getting totally involved in my numerous projects, of which one of them being academic, the others being short term goals like finishing that next calvin and hobbes book! Then the trip to Chennai, for that national conference. This experience brought to me a whole world of academicians and their seriousness in their respective fields. Hmm... now coming to the bad, and the ugly parts of the last few months. The highlights must be placed on the terrible academics and the worse-still exams themselves, and not to speak, the spat with my girl. But as they say, all's fine when all's done. I happened to find myself with a job in hand. I got back my time and space, which I hadn'd had during my 'project days'. Now there's some time for breathing, not that I was stressed for time earlier, but yes, I was stressed about other things. But most importantly, i got my love, my life back. My hope, my feelings, my emotions... I got my 'self' back. This must be what they call "the armyman coming home" feeling. I am myself again. I can give, emote, laugh, feel and care for myself and my girl again. but look at the vagueries of life, all this I feel when she just returned back to Australia. That the sad thing though. Nevertheless, the number '6' has always had its effects on me ever since I learned that it is my numerological number (though I don't believe in stuff like that). Semester 6 has come and gone, my life had gone but has come back.