The way I have seen the campus, the way the views were consolidated on my memories shall remain the same. Biological cells will wear out, but not the memories. They’ll keep shining like the light through a finely cut diamond, which would keep shining as long as the light source is alive.
Watching the Late Autumn Sun Rise from hostel roof in solitude, a memory I’ll treasure forever.
Sun rays piercing through mild mist in a winter morning, along with a cold soothing scent of wet soil – and I walked with a cup of tea in hand, taking a sip in every six or seven steps. Yes I’ll remember, definitely remember.
T-scale, made a transformation of feelings from nightmares to nostalgia.
The room where I attended the last class, that was a dark cloudy day. The nature resonated with our hearts that day.
V.C. cup interdepartmental football tournament, the fiercest competition for sportsmanship glory. Civil Engineering team won The last tournament I observed, and I was happy about that…
The last time they banged their head together, sang together, sweated together. The last concert, Rag concert of ’09 Batch.
After watching the sun going down for five long years from this very spot; I still want to stand there, feel the breeze, listen to the chirping of birds returning to their nests and the melody of Azaan. I don’t know where can I find such combination again, but live will move on. Sunset from the corridor in front of Room no. 502, Dr. M.A. Rashid Hall.
Sun setting by the minaret of a Masjeed.
People fade away, objects remain. The place for hanging out, Rag corner.