Stone benches, green patches
and the company of friends,
Early morning freshness
sun kissed winter,
Aroma of canteen tea
and the sense of being free,
Numerous chats with friends
laughter and our pseudo intellectualism,
Back biting of the teachers
and a hidden desire to be 'there',
Shared food, copied notes
and a sip from others' 'banta',
Admiration for new styles and dresses
planning for new ventures and places,
Unfulfilled promises, communication through glances
sudden flight to library,
Keeping records to memory
listening and protesting,
Taking stances and contesting ideologies
Living life: liking or disliking it
no matter what....but this is what my college days are made of....
