Oozing through My veins After a Sunday night head, On a Monday morning we let outset. A journey from darkness to light Cherished we make the courses so bright. At the very main entrance I stand, the loyal guide beside it I see. That long drawn path to the class, That fragrance wafting from the trees bloom, The garden benches with the tree benches & the love stories- written on them. The gallery crowded or lone, where love, friendship & bonds were made, Cafeteria and Canteen where even the Wealthy becomes poor by funds, both become rich by tummy. Your crush mingling with another gal or boy! The white house, never white, always bright with emotions, Halls, o' the gripping and grasping seminars arise. Library, great minds found solace, some never visited. Comp. lab noted at the last sem, staffroom peeped or side-eyed. Office always busy, the favorite for ones- with no id, short attendance and mobile fines. The classroom, great aroma, 3 years of all mischiefs, One p...