This continued until the head began to ache and the mind went for the unconquered in its unconscious roll..The air smelt of helplessness and in no long time, it would be Alcatraz.. In the front, the king stood denouncing the laws of the student world. The intent was good as for the rules of the institution, but on the side of the ones stuck to the shaking chairs and dusty tables, it was as if the last star that was glued to the night sky had diminished to testify to the traitor's rules of the starving universe.
A pen in hand made me feel like a gladiator. A book with pages in the color of peace were of no help. The voice of the lecturer came like thundering knocks upon the doors of the brain which became angry and rough, as the hands of the clock ran like a tortoise..Even a clatter of swift footsteps reminded me of a better world. the one which was outside this Colosseum.
I know there would be line of folks behind me whitewashing pages of their destiny, peeping out to see the sun which was once bright and the stars which had given them happiness once....The only flash of satisfaction was the one I read on the side of the blackboard in my classroom
-"last 12 days of engineering"....But for the the bunch of good people with whom i have spend my time, my wonderful friends, life is still an unsung song....
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