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Date: 5 November 2025
We had no Wi-Fi, but friendship was always online.
One steel plate, four spoons, laughter shared like stolen wine.
Fan creaked, light flickered — still, dreams were clear,
Assignments done five minutes before fear.
Someone played the guitar, someone hummed half a tune,
Tea cups clinked under a lazy moon.
We had no money, but hearts full of show,
And somehow, those broke boys learned to glow.
Years have rolled, roads have split wide —
But even today, when I pause the ride,
I hear those echoes — unplanned, imperfect, divine —
Hostel evenings — forever mine.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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