Every time I visit the Campus, the feeling is the same...of belonging, of being nurtured, of gentle recollections. The bhelpuri tastes just the same even after fourteen years, the rustic look of buildings is the same too so are the corridors, the by-lanes, the walking track and atmosphere...only one thing has changed..Time.
The sheer memory of having spent remarkable five years within the walls of the Campus makes my heart swell up every time I set my foot there. I wish to go back more often—not just as a visitor—but as a student in the typical attire of a kurta-churidaar, jhola hung on shoulders, toes covered with flats, and sweat dripping down the corners of the face. Nothing, absolutely no comfort of an air-conditioned room can replace the setting of a classroom with students taking down teacher notes and holding discussions among peers related to matters not just academic but much more. The tiny tea stalls, maggi points, banta corners, these are not just places or vendors filling our stomach, they are those tiny points on your memory map which complete your journey when connected.
On a lighter note, I think I can be a good guide for someone who wishes to experience the joy of travelling around the campus visiting places that are common yet instrumental in shaping so many lives like mine.
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