Memoirs of ISB
While the winter sets in and the chilling wind blows
I begin our journey into the world I know
As I walk past the corridors of ISB
I revisit those memories
From the classrooms ,to lecturers
To arguments with Tas and the
Late night group discussions
The day we all met wasn't too far away
It wasn't just another day but
A room full of new people
Eager to learn and make a mark
I searched timidly for my seat
While the rest were a busy lot.
I count on fingers so less girls
Not that it mattered but a lot
While the session started
The Dean's voice boomed in
Then realization sank in
Yes I belong here.
There is some aura about the place
Be it the classroom or the Atrium space
It feels like home , whenever I come
For its been a home for years to come
The group assignments, the tasks
The lovely anecdotes of the class
The rush of the submissions and the events
The fight for the spot or in a sport
Together we shared lots of things here
These are but a few memories that mate us for life
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