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Down the memory lane...

My school SLS

Now I am on this side of the door... (still i sneaked in with the help of my friend)

The lab and the bench where some degraded RNA was isolated followed by some weeping followed by a trip to canteen with the seniors who pampered me.

The 3rd floor corridor which I identify with an eversmiling face gesturing me to enter the classroom and stop loitering around

The classroom and the hangout place in between the lectures.

The stop for frequent chit-chat

Gateway to the university "The Administrative block" (reminds me of the first day)

The bus stop where hours were spent not waiting for the bus. I remember this was the place where a feeling of being alone in the big bad world first came to me after my dad left for home leaving me alone after the first few days of settling down.

Sabarmati Dhaba. The refuge for a cup of tea and a mouthful of pakodas.

The road which goes to Tapti. Don't know how many times this road was crossed everyday.


abhay said…
WOW!!!! That was great.... but why did you miss Ganga Dhaba, and yes of course TEFLAS and my fave LIBRARY!!!
Shazia said…
AB, I was at JNU for a very short time yaar. I could not visit other places. I really wanted to go to the library and the library canteen. :(
I could just take a walk from Tapti to SLS and all these pictures were clicked on the way. Wish i could spend some more time there...
You like the pictures na?
abhay said…
yes dear, surely I liked the photographs. If I'll get a chance to go to JNU I'll take snaps and will send it to u...

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