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 of things here

These are but a few memories that mate us for life