A few memories from this visual tour.
It feels like yesterday that I wore my uniform for the first time, and sat on that small class; but, it has already been more than three years and our college life is about to end. There are certain things that we won’t forget, certain days we would want to live again: the Welcome program, the farewell, the picnics, the tours, Hari sir’s strictness (which we hated back then but enjoy now ), Lalu sir’s singing, my jokes that wouldn’t make anyone laugh, the real-life stories we would hear from all the teachers, the playful banter with friends, the booze party hiding out from teachers in the tours, and so on. Although we weren’t that good dancers, we danced. Although we didn’t sing well, we sang our hearts out.
There are lots of memories, and it would take me a whole day to write all of them, but one, which…
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