You blink and it disappears - Memories!

Empty corridors. Locked doors. I find unlocked doors, but empty rooms! 

No more ~ 

~ Class lectures,
~ Mid-night birthday celebrations on campus, 
~ No more 4:00 a.m. gossip, 

~ Escaping before the gates close at night, for Maggi, chai and more, to never return on time.
~ Horror stories by the swing and then hurrying back to the rooms in groups! 

 
As I walk by the lane, the secret hidden door seems to have disappeared. 
It was almost a year full of learning, full of some countable crazy people. 
A place where humans teach you more than the books. Some relationships evolved and emerged, and some stayed like they started back in the monsoon of 2014. 
This was a place that made me feel happier about the people I met than about the MBA knowledge I gained. 
PGDITBM: Jitna bada naam, usse bhi jyada badi memories. 
A feeling experienced for the first time where you remain and people around you skate away. Campus rounds, cricket, match-making, cribbing about the course, laughter, and more... Not to forget the Zabardasti wale treats: O and a forever excuse—"itne paise nai h yaar" and "mai kis khushi mei party du"—come to an end. It was a fairyland (because, for no reason, I believe that everything is magic!), where I cried for being lost in the beginning, and then I cried for bidding adieu to this wonderful journey. Farewells are hard! It is an amazing feeling to miss a place for the people who made me scribble memories on this page. I wish these moments with the batch at SCIT were a snapshot and not an ongoing movie, just like we were taught in the Strategic Implementation class! 
Signing off 14030264019 for a new beginning after a new end!