Hello buddies! Hope you people are doing fine!!! Today, I just want to share some memories that still sit heavy on my heart—memories I wish I could erase, but they never leave!!!

Those university days… ufffff 🙄 they’re still stuck in my mind like a shadow. Some smiles, some regrets, some people I wish I never met!!!

Time has moved on, but those moments still whisper in my silence. I carry them quietly, every day!!!

Here is my the scenes outside from my hostel ,

I vividly remember those times—living in a hostel was an experience! Having tea with friends under the stars, strolling to the cafe, and spending late nights were all wonderful times!

My roommate was completely obsessed with cricket, but I was never a huge fan! 😄

I would occasionally joined him to watch matches in the TV hall after his persistent requests! It seemed very alive in the room with all of the laughter, applause, and refreshments!

We'd snicker, quarrel about teams, and savor every second like a celebration! My heart is still warmed by those recollections!

and there, in our department, was the old Zeb Caf the small, plain old cafe with its broken tables and dim electricity. But canst think? Their food is so great !! The smell of tea and samosas would spread in the entire corridor !!!

We would read to get there after long lectures, we were exhausted but eager to have our one cup of tea. It was not a tea, it was a therapy!!! Being seated among friends, laughing, and watching a story, forgetting the pressure for some time!!!!

Sometimes, we didn’t even have much money, but the café owner knew us well. He would smile and say, “No problem, pay later!” That warmth, that taste, that environment—I miss it all.

Yeah... those were the best, most unforgettable tea breaks of our life!!! ☕💭

And then at the end of all those memories all I can say is--they live in me like a half-read novel. There are some pages which are held up with folding and some with the gathering of time, but nothing that is forgotten.

I have people I no longer talk to, places I might have forgotten to visit again, yet the sensation, oh, the sensation is still here!!!! In just the same way as does warm sunlight on a winter morning.

In case life is a road trip then those were the days, which were performed by the hostel when the road was dirty but filled with laughter. I desire I could run back, not to do anything over…to experience it one more time.

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As someone once said, “Sometimes the story doesn’t need an ending—it just needs to be remembered.” And this one, I’ll carry in my heart—forever!!!🥰💕

Regards,
artist1111