That was not memorable for the length
of time I spent there, those were the
divine feelings and closeness with people
which make this place worth remembering.

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I wait for everyone to empty the hall.
I wait outside, duck the lunch and movie offers.
The busy corridor falls silent like a
Sunday morning when everyone's asleep.
(Read in the caption)

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"Fani"
Which is not exactly funny
But a disaster which stroke
We can say heart of the Odisha
Those places that took 20 long years
To decorate itself as a new bride
To spread greenery,
Today when I'm seeing the broken trees
In front of my house,
When I'm seeing the broken glass windows
Of my house,
When I'm seeing countless roofless tops,
When I'm seeing fancy malls without glasses, hoardings and broken doors,
When I'm seeing people are not getting even a peice of bread, mere candles and match boxes,
When I'm seeing people craving for food,
For every drop of water, for electricity,
People living far away from their parents,
They are, for the love and care of their parents,
This is breaking my heart each and every second,
My university is lacking its beauty like hell now,
Once, where under a tree
We four used to talk countless hours
By bunking boring classes,
That tree is no more,
This is wrenching my heart
And I'm crying blood.

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Meri farewell ki saree abhi tak
Almari me rakhi hui hai,
Aur teri farewell wali speech bhi
Panno me hi thami reh gayi.
Wo jo gaane soche the humne
Jispe na thakne tak thumke lagate
Rahenge, wo bhi sirf ab
Zehen me hi bajte reh gaye.

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'Alma Matters'

(Read in the caption)

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ରେଭେନ୍ସା !
ତୁମେ,
ହୃଦେ ଝଙ୍କୁରିତ ମଧୁମୟ ଗୀତି
ଚିରଦିନ ପାଇଁ ସାଇତା ଅଲିଭା ପ୍ରୀତି
ସାଦା କାଗଜରେ ସାଉଁଟା ସ୍ବପ୍ନ, ତୁମେ
ଏକ ପରିଚିତ ନିଆରା ଅନୁଭୂତି ।

ଖିଆଲି ମନ ଆଢୁଆଳେ
ତନ୍ଦ୍ରାୟିତ ଆଖିତଳେ
ପ୍ରେମଭିଜା ଉଷ୍ମତା, ତୁମେ
କାବ୍ୟିକ କଳ୍ପନା ଅପ୍ରମିତ ସ୍ମୃତି ମେଳେ ।

କ୍ଲାନ୍ତ ଅଶାନ୍ତ ମନର ସାନ୍ତ୍ବନା
ପ୍ରଣୟେ ପ୍ରତିଶୃତିର ମୂର୍ଚ୍ଛନା
ସୁପ୍ତ ଲକ୍ଷ୍ୟର ପୁନରୁଦ୍ଭନେ, ତୁମେ
ପରାଜିତ ପ୍ରାଣର ପ୍ରେରଣା ।

ପୁଷ୍ପିତ ସ୍ବର୍ଣ୍ଣିମ ଇତିହାସ
ଆଶା ଓ ବିଶ୍ୱାସର ସୁନୀଳ ଆକାଶ
ଅସୀମ ଅମୃତ ଝର, ତୁମେ
ପୁରୁଣା ପ୍ରେମୀର ଆତ୍ମ ପରିତୋଷ ।

- Lomya

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Who else is missing?

That college square cold coffee?
That lover's point matka chai?
That mahaveer special chat?
That back lawn khatti?
That naraj's tapri chai?
That Ravenshaw lawn evening mastis?
That kalia bhaina's mutton chop?
That auto wala's khich khich?
That roaming around with friends?
That barabati special dahibara?
That sunset view of naraj?
That bargaining with the vendors?
That roommates mastis?
That hostel's food?
That shopping with friends?
That unplanned trip?

If missing then just miss it only.... because your life is more precious...
stay home stay safe....
U can enjoy it later

Okeyyyy....thank you

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Mahanadi Hostel, Ravenshaw University.
December, 2016

More often than we accept, people are attached to people.
(Read in the caption)

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Resting amidst the layers of illusion,
a familiar face fades in, fades out,
vanishing altogether on odd days/
even, he emerges from the crowd.
Nestled in this doab of almost and never, he
secures the ruins of him and an empire.
Half the time he paints it in his color
and carries the red in him for the rest.
What's in a name they say, so I call him the red empire.

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दीवार है लाल, पेड़ पर लाल रंग की फूल
लाल होंठों से जो नाम निकालें
वो नाम भी है तू ......
I ❤️ ravenshaw...

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