MAJHITAR MEMOIRS (A Zitarian remembers..)

Do you remember,

That dusty road we used to take,
To the half-constructed buildings,
In the fall of 2000,
Our college life, it began.

Do you remember,
The usual fights we used to have,
The booze parties at Thapa's,
The close bonding we formed,
Our brotherhood, it began.

Do you remember,
The walks, the laughs, those stolen kisses,
That one precious hour at "The Mall",
That holding of hands,
Our love, it began.

Do you remember,
Those night-outs, those study rooms,
Those sessionals and the semesters,
That will to do well, the will to excel,
Our professionalism, it began.

Do you remember,
Munna's momos, Thapa's chicken rice,
Daniel's dosas and the maggi there,
The smoke filled canteen,
Our festivities, it began.

Do you remember,
The trips we made, the places we saw,
Tarkhola, Tsomgu, Gayzing, Kalimpong,
Getting high, having fun,
Our antics, it began.

Do you remember,
The times when I was lost,
That comfort in your voice,
The assurance of friends,
Our bonding, it began.

Do you remember,
The weekly trips to the mandir,
Adorned with bright red tika,
Soul dipped in holiness,
Our soul search, it began.

Do you remember,
That last day in college,
That last sessional paper,
That last sememster exam,
Our journey, it began... yet again.