In Memory of My College

I once got a chance to visit the Defence Authority Degree College for Women (Phase VIII) during vacations – the deserted corridors and empty spaces seemed enchanted. Now that I have graduated from the institute and become an ex-student, the mesmerising memories of that day still haunt me. It is the perfect nostalgia.

Photo By: Sarah S. Swalehin

The wind blows around the parameters
Picking at dust and fallen wrappers.
But the wind in that place wasn’t just wind,
The echoes of footsteps, not mere sounds.

Photo By: Tehniat Aftab

In a far-off place, close by the sea,
The wind whispers secrets of decades past.
The gales pick up on the frozen echoes
Discussed busily by inhabitants last.

Photo By: Anam Sheikh

It swishes through corridors
Kissing the tiled ground below.
Where footsteps worth following
Were made by bustling toes.

Photo By: Tehniat Aftab

It rages into rooms, into thickets of chairs,
Where laughter and merriment once boomed;
Where the paper-burdened bin bears witness
To the mischiefs of the bright and the doomed.

Photo By: Sarah S. Swalehin

It whistles across the vastness of the ground –
A blank space now, ย that echoed with bauble.
Beneath cracked ย benches it swooshes now,
Stirring memories of leisure and trouble.

Photo By: Sarah S. Swalehin

It meanders between a labyrinth of rooms,
Picking on leaves, remnants of a notebook;
The wind sweeps the ground and whispers to me,
The tale of my college when I chance a look.

Photo By: Sarah S. Swalehin

Photo By: Sarah S. Swalehin

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