Nostalgia

'What is love. I ask myself
Can't figure out, I need some help
Looking for love, here and there
Vagueness, vagueness, everywhere"

The very lines transfer me- body and soul , to the sunny, and dusty quadrangle of the hallowed 'Presidency'- which I am fortunate enough to call 'my alma mater'. The lines above are from my first poem that I had written while traversing the path of knowledge, on a drizzling afternoon, amidst the enveloping greenery beside Baker's. It was an ethereal experience just to be a part of the heritage , the mildly Gothic ambience of the renowned institute which we called 'heaven', and the world, 'Presidency'.