The beginning of an end

I was completing my sandwich at Grillz. All seemed fine and as things should be. I finished things and started on the usual course to the hostel. The campus road was as it always is - quiet and leafy. Then I turned onto the road leading into the campus from the security post. It was almost time for sunset. The sun was sinking fast to my right illuminating the path in twilight gold. The breeze was pleasant. Things were normal. Or were they? Not a soul in sight from the check-post to the hostel except the guys in TRIG uniform. The hostel lift was already there at the ground floor as if expecting me. Or maybe it spotted someone at last. I decided to take a detour via the 6th floor to my room. Rooms 616 and 617 were lifeless. The next few rooms wore similar resemblances. They have been like that for some time now. At last I sight someone. One sleeping and the other staring at the laptop. A subdued conversation follows. Little jokes. Few laughs. Unusual. I then head to the staircase at the fair end. The campus sports a desolate look in the shadow. I then headed down to my room. Two more guys in sight. One on the phone and other on his laptop. I leave them at it and go to my room. The cupboards have been ransacked and things lie strewn haphazardly in the open suitcase. I step over the mess and start my favourite playlist on my laptop. The IP messenger shows 15 people as connected. The LTT station visible from my window is twinkling in the early darkness. A locomotive horn disturbs the unearthly calm. The railway station looked inviting. A call for one more journey. I refresh my inbox. No new mails. Everything seemed strange. An altogether new experience. And then it struck me. I was realizing change and not for the first time in my life. I knew it was time to leave. It is the beginning of an end.