7.30 of fridays.... awaiting tick-tock those days. After all those letters and sharing our autographs, we reach the wide opened, sorry sorry..closed gates of our college. Reporting not only to the wardens, hostel lady() we also answer to this question "Endha bus ma?" of security. Sitting in the pavement with all those crummy clothes of a week's or maybe 2, we stare at that rusted gate. Lights appear and disappear, fooling us by giving hope that it was you. Finally you would emerge as if a red carpet has been rolled down for you.
The moments we waited for you taught us the strength to face the dark, new friendships crossing the age, meaning of patience and sometimes the harsh words of staff :P
The motel food expecially chilli parotta, the seat shifts, the next sitting aunty, eardrum blasting movies, untime puncture, late arrival mornings, "Chennai ungalai anbudan azhaikiradhu" hoardings, and out of all these, sweeeeeeeeeeeeet companions of travel- sudha, dhivya, azhagu akka, aishu akka, nivedhan, sandhya......Care and Secured feeling given by them...Awsome moments...Along with your swaying you made our stressful journey as a pleasant bridge......
The moments we waited for you taught us the strength to face the dark, new friendships crossing the age, meaning of patience and sometimes the harsh words of staff :P
The motel food expecially chilli parotta, the seat shifts, the next sitting aunty, eardrum blasting movies, untime puncture, late arrival mornings, "Chennai ungalai anbudan azhaikiradhu" hoardings, and out of all these, sweeeeeeeeeeeeet companions of travel- sudha, dhivya, azhagu akka, aishu akka, nivedhan, sandhya......Care and Secured feeling given by them...Awsome moments...Along with your swaying you made our stressful journey as a pleasant bridge......
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