Time well spent in these walls and windows. Memories remain with me like my shadow…
Memories appear to create deception in a dark room, on dark days. Glare of glimpses brings a temporary smile to your face. Shadow can only be seen in the sun rays.
These windows and walls may not be the same as time pass, time ruins them as weathering continues.
There exist a lot of imperfections in this room, which does not allow it to look like a trendy classroom. Smudges on the window, a window with cracked glasses, the walls are not well painted, the flooring is not so good, and the chairs are worn out but still, it is perfect for me.
All rooms in my college are not like this they all are well equipped with modern technology, whitewashed, fitted windows with curtains though this got my attention because this is perfectly imperfect, not changed for the period, it has the stability and charm of its own.
There stand broken glasses that manage to get along with windows depicting the strength which they hold and can’t be wrecked. It does not matter how many spots the window has but sun rays though find their way to enter the room. There are some tales and names of our seniors written on these chairs, if these walls would have been painted regularly then how we get to know about our seniors(ancestors) art?
Now we know how our seniors cheat in exams by writing answers on the tables which are still visible (they might have used strong ink).
This room is filled with Shers and Shayaris, struggles and stories, quotes, and quatrains. Some make us laugh and some filled extremely important life lessons for example do answer writing practice on walls, tables, and chairs to succeed in exams. It would not be possible to know all this this room accepts reforms so sometimes some things need to remain as they were…