It has been a dream come true.My college.Upon the hill behind the quiet flow of Nila.So close to all those places M.T.showed me in his novels.And the college itself was compared to Tajmahal.
Oh.....is this all dreams are made for.To be awaken to the truth.God might had laughed while i weaved those dreams ..."stupid u won't step down to Nila till the end of your college life.U 'll look at her through your window n wonder how could she be this fast and furious in her depths.Many of your fellows 'll drown in Nila..You will simply step into restaurants and talk about Tandoori Rotti and Butter Chicken with ur big mouthed friends.You 'll run home at the mere sight of weekends to your own Koottalida.Still this is why day dreams are there"
Now its almost time to leave here,Thrikkanapuram as it is never known.It is always known as Kuttippuram.There is a slight disappointment i havn't been to those beautiful villages yet,Thrithala,Koodallur,Kumbidi....Oh...but why ,tomorrow i'll go to Jayasree's home.Excitement lurks.I'll talk about it once i come back.Let me rush to the mess hall now.
