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After the rain...
Sunday, July 22 2007
Too many memories. Just too many memories.
I woke up today with the thought: "Damn, this is my last day at LUMS."
Everything was the last. The last time I showered in the white tiled stalls of M-3, the last I did my laundry, the last time I looked down the kitchen on my way to the laundry room, the last time I threw my clothes into the dryer, the last time I walk down the stairs, observing carefully - as usual - the shiny black railings.
The last time it rained at LUMS, and I sat on the steps of M-3, looking at the hostel lawn - possibly my most favourite place in the whole world, and at the tree - definitely my most favourite tree in the whole world, getting teary eyed and nostalgic.
Walking down the path between M-3 and M-2, looking at the red brick design on the ground amidst all the gray-brown bricks, stopping, looking back at that beautiful green lawn ensconced protectively between the 4 hostels that give it it's special air of safety, quiet, comfort - it is and will remain a safe haven for my soul.
The last time I walked down the road to the PDC, looking to the left - for the last time - at the bleachers and the (as always) overturned white screen. Walking past the EDC, smiling fondly at the ivy on its walls, looking down at the garden behind the EDC where I buried my turtles Kulsoom and Akhtar 3 years ago, at the ditch behind the PDC, remembering all the times the Wingers used to walk by it, jostling, pushing, shoving, joking, laughing, talking - specially in winters in the fog.
Laughing, face upturned at the heavens, for the glorious windy rainy day they gave me as their own special farewell.
GOD I will miss this place.
LUMS, be well.
After the rain...
Sunday, July 22 2007
Too many memories. Just too many memories.
I woke up today with the thought: "Damn, this is my last day at LUMS."
Everything was the last. The last time I showered in the white tiled stalls of M-3, the last I did my laundry, the last time I looked down the kitchen on my way to the laundry room, the last time I threw my clothes into the dryer, the last time I walk down the stairs, observing carefully - as usual - the shiny black railings.
The last time it rained at LUMS, and I sat on the steps of M-3, looking at the hostel lawn - possibly my most favourite place in the whole world, and at the tree - definitely my most favourite tree in the whole world, getting teary eyed and nostalgic.
Walking down the path between M-3 and M-2, looking at the red brick design on the ground amidst all the gray-brown bricks, stopping, looking back at that beautiful green lawn ensconced protectively between the 4 hostels that give it it's special air of safety, quiet, comfort - it is and will remain a safe haven for my soul.
The last time I walked down the road to the PDC, looking to the left - for the last time - at the bleachers and the (as always) overturned white screen. Walking past the EDC, smiling fondly at the ivy on its walls, looking down at the garden behind the EDC where I buried my turtles Kulsoom and Akhtar 3 years ago, at the ditch behind the PDC, remembering all the times the Wingers used to walk by it, jostling, pushing, shoving, joking, laughing, talking - specially in winters in the fog.
Laughing, face upturned at the heavens, for the glorious windy rainy day they gave me as their own special farewell.
GOD I will miss this place.
LUMS, be well.