NIT Silchar
Yes I remember
NIT Silchar
The blue
sky, rusty hostels, and the sandy roads
Who would
forget them?
Not me. I
have mortal qualities.
The call of
vendor for ‘Mistee’, the sweet
Walking through
the hostel's gallery
Hanging both
sides in his shoulders
Mistee – get
one in Rupee five
Such a life
The leisure
of Saturdays and Sundays
The food of
mess &
The busy
first-year long line
The plates
we carry and could sit anywhere
Among the five
hundred new
The new
faces and the child in me alive
How could I
forget NIT Silchar?
The
incandescence and the Thundermarch
Papon and
Zubeen
The festival
Bihu and the elegant dance
The Maggi of
floor three
And the
tired water cooler
The common
TV room
And the
cricket matches
And our turn
for the Table tennis board
The proxy
war
My room, my
bed
The building
SAC
The ever
eventful NIT Silchar is unforgettable
Sorry, not
in this life
I am
grateful for the golden time
..
I will be
forever
I am in love
with NIT Silchar
Call me of the batch of 2011-2015
SilcharAssam
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