THE ROAD TO EL LH

There is laughter,
There are tears,
There are memories stored
Of many long years.

The walls stand in testimony
Of generations gone by
Of life of women
Who have taken it in their stride.

Hold the pillars close,
And hear a whispered note
Of love, of life
Of frequent anecdotes

Broken hearts , they say, heal
But bits are, left behind.
The rooms hold the echo
Of many a sob and sigh

The courtyard resounds
The festivals, the spirits high
The sound of Arts Week, of Onam, of Christmas
The sound of LH NIGHTS.

The summer brings in
Not just exams and rain,
The mango showers are eagerly awaited
By all sane and insane

The (phone) lobby has perhaps
Learnt of love and hate.
In newspapers and students tales ,
Of teachers and fellow classmates.

And so life goes on,
Its vibrant with life u see.
The life of many a woman…
“JAI BOLO LH KI…”

Life is a kaleidoscope. Looking through that kaleidoscope, I see the images of time I spent in the place called “The College of Engineering Trivandrum” and nestled in the corner is one place I cherish as my own. Well times have changed, faces have changed, ...but all the new never ever overshadow the spirit which has lived on and will live on forever…