Memories 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 ...