Sitting around the patchy tree stumps at Sagar’s Cafeteria, Campus was not solitaria*. Listening to songs saved on our tiny phones, decade ago, We devoured the sound of silence and the fields of athenrye Together.
We lit mary jane and made merry singing along to ***** Gun in broad daylight without the purview of uni cam puns. Who cared if it was just a five-minute break from Hemangadutta Or Sheeba’s hungry call for relief, we made it seem wakeable in the dewy morns.
Sagar’s had the tastiest samosa, chicken puff and Tiger biscuits so cheap we could fudge it in the lassi whuff. Days and months went by hovering around Sagar than classes. We never saved pennies, we spent bills on choora from our pocket monies for bura.
EFLU= English and Foreign languages university; my campus. A dash of nostalgia. *Solitaria= solitary-area