Gone are the golden days!!

Going back to college after several days, was to be promising enough to bring back some of the old memories. The golden/green grass growing around…. The stores in the MCA block, where some of my most nostalgic moments linger. The road to girls hostel, the place which saw most of my peers transforming into beautiful women, who were to be felicitated that day. The canteen which, at anytime of the day would be one of the few places buzzing with activity. Seniors and juniors alike would wait in the long queues to get the tokens for lunch. Many a time, a tiny ice-lolly vendor would stand outside the place and attract a big audience for the orange-pink-yellow sugar sticks. Those pathways sans any trees on either sides, never seemed hot even when the sun would go high up in the sky and show his splendour. Chatting with friends merrily, every road would be conquered and every distance measured by foot. The far fledged labs, demanding half the study hour to get there, would always be filled after college hours to finish incomplete experiments. The buses would line up the leveled plane outside the canteen and be packed even before the end of the last hour most of the times. Students would be playing hide and seek with staff around the bus stop coz of fear of being caught on account of missing classes. The sunset time is definitely the most romantic time inside the campus. Most couples would sneakily come out of their hiding places, shed their shy image and walk hand-in-hand to have a sip of coffee and share a single cup of noodles. When the beautiful sun would still be waiting to give way to the young moonlight, few people would run back into the premises realizing the time to report back at the hostels. The security-thathas, as they are fondly called, used to take care of the inmates like their own children. However bad the mess-khana would be, it would never fail in filling the tummies of those who ate them. Night time would be an exclusive treat for the hostellers, especially after the usual serial-watching at the tv hall and dinner. People would be doing things ranging from washing clothes to watching movies to dancing on corridors to eating biscuits from half-empty packs. Life would be really exciting on the days like symposium and culturals. Like the proud owners of a new mclaren, we would flaunt each and every little thing about our college in front of the ppl from other colleges. The beautiful color-bulbs on the roof of our auditorium are still some of the most precious stuff amongst these, only next to the enchanting bougainvillea creepers growing all around the place.

  

Now, days after I left the place, when I revisited it, for graduation day, I felt cold and unemotional about all this.. The place of my dreams, now seemed to lack an aura.. where did the warmth and belongingness disappear?

 

My love, my college, my cute friends, those naughty pranks in classes, the ice-tea during a hot afternoon hour.. I miss it all… Now, only the void is left……