Nostalgic

What is nostalgia?Last night right after I had my dinner and I came back to my room,it started raining cats and dogs.My roommate had to stay back at the dining room cause she forgot to take the umbrella with her and I became the owner of the room.I had that room all by myself for near about twenty minutes.I had a novel with me and all i wished for was a cup of coffee(yes,even after dinner) and a sound network and unfortunately i had none for otherwise this post would have come up yesterday night itself.But i had the novel and suddenly i was feeling the need to go to a proper place,any European country for that matter because of its scenic beauty,and to get into a small room of my own and write something good and remain in a trance for quite sometime with nothing but my books and him.And my need became so desperate which i could understand by the absence of such a bliss in my life.I was in a complete paradox.I was happy and sad.The smell of rain(that is how i would like to put it),seemed to transport me to that idea of an ideal place.When will that day come when i will be in such a place and time.This thought was immediately followed by my wish to go to my room in my house at Durgapur with three cups of coffee,my parents and my dadu(grandfather).Twenty minutes were over.My roommate came back and how i wished she did not for another twenty minutes.I came back to the reality.Today my staying back in the library for more than two hours brought back my feeling of nostalgia.It was wonderful and the rain now makes me write this.It is so good to be nostalgic sometimes.