The IMI I miss

The IMI I miss.
The Gym classroom. The Brick walls. Another brick in the wall.
The tuck shop.The cigarette smoke.The 50 Bucks recharges. The Yellow Lays. The chocolates.
The breakfast sms.The missed calls for lunch and dinner. The bad food in the mess.
The Priya and saket.The dark temptation of barista.The slice of Italy chocolate mousse.
The passive smoking of Ultra Milds.
The bad songs on priyanka's laptop.
The movies on LAN.
The dylan songs. The dylan friend.
The fights. The hugs.The elevator.
The coffee in the mess.
The winter chill. The multiple layers of woolens.
The amphi mornings. The coffee. The Hindu. The crossword. The Sudoku.
The hot room. The cold room. The warm room. Priyanka. Her huge blanket.The amplified voice. The excel sheets.Entering the room late at night.
The headaches. The bad food. The packing, unpacking every 3 months.
The Chhavi, her idioscyncracies. Her philosophy. Kala Aparajita. Her coffee. The Aurobindo Ashram. The mindless giggling. The face packs. Her big eyes. The kajal. Her farewell speech.
The Soma, her blog. Her books.
The Raghu, the play. The walk in CP, the perenially cribbing Prakriti. Her car, the drives. Twenty four seven at 3 o clock in the night.
The Books, the music, the blog.The Gtalk. The Orkut.
The D3, the mess there. The Shivam in front of the mirror, The guitar lying there.
The Ishan, everything about him.
The walks till IIFT. The Parantha, the paneer, the cream bell icecream.
The rockland Hospital, the cafe. The cetrizines, etc. The katwaria, the green park.
The Lajpat, the Sabhyata.
The Library. The NS.
The Gossips. The washing machine.
The hair now straight, the comments galore.
The Preetha. Her music, the philosophy. The lawyer. My tears, my secret vault. The C43 i ran to when my eyes welled up.
The youtube. The music. The guitar. The DJ. The Drink. The dance. The Shakira, the Hips dont lie. The D Block Terrace. The beer and smoke there.
The Garima. Her songs, her Innocence. The MR she feared. The lessons she taught.
The cellphone and bunch of keys perpetually in my hand.
The Dilli haat, the JNU, the Sanjay Van. The IIMA.The Rishikesh trip.
The Goodbyes. The final journey with Aditi and Ishan. The journey I wish had not happened. The IMI i miss. The IMI i wish i was still in.