From the Depths

Shreya, Foram and me

Shreya, Me and Foram

ZONASA 2007 : Synesthesia

(slumped on the swanky porch of a five-star hotel at 1:00 a.m. in the morning!)

Coming across an old photograph is such a great feeling!

It digs up so many memories, sweet and sour and hazy, but stuff we remember and will, always.

The photo above was clicked by either Azaz or Aakash, don’t remember. We were crazy tired, up from a full meal, sleepy and our legs were hardly helping. We actually slumped out on the porch of the Welcome Hotel, Baroda, leaned against the glass wall of the lobby, and grinned to glory!

What on earth are we wearing?

Those are patiala-style harem pants we got stitched according to colors needed for the college cultural performances. Its a good thing we removed the face paint before heading out for dinner.

I remember, the day had been one of the most hectic ones. A whole day of running around getting college bands lined-up together, arranging the music in order, arguing with the sound operators, giving another 1500 students the stink-eye, handing out schedules, handing out re-made schedules and getting into heated debates with fellow batchmates, miscommunication, broken shoe straps, misplaced lists and botched-up announcements! What a time we had hosting NASA 2007.

Its been nearly two years since then and still feels like yesterday. Just thinking of what we’d been through together for five years of college, makes me tingle. And oh, how we’ve changed. I’m not even trying to think where we will be in another couple of years.

Now, I don’t need my colleagues to see me crying….

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