Counting the last college days, realizing the end of good days;
Cherishing the memories, collecting the collectibles;
The curriculum I hate the most, the curriculum now a part and parcel of my life;
Initial tough days turning into the ever-lasting memorable days;
The hostel mates once a competitor, now a family;
Playing all night long & sleeping all day;
Bunking the classes, but getting the lessons learned;
Scoring in exams & submitting assignments; managed to weave a beautiful story;
Gearing up for the new world, mastering the skill set required;
Darwin left the survival theory, left with no choice but to adapt;
Seasons passed by creating bonds,
Seasons passed by fulfilling the promises and bringing smile to faces,
Days passed by cheering up the mates;
Days turned into months, months turned into years;
The time passed away, but passed with grace;
Milepost bound to come off acting as a mark- a mark of success or a mark of worthy lesson;
It’s all there in my mental picture, filling my (mind) suitcase;
Ready to take a new leap and ready for a BIG new world.
Ruapm …rewrite first line….counting my last days of academic life……
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That’s true…
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Collecting the momentos. Aggregating seems too formal.
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Right…thanks
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