A walk by the beach

With the sun still half asleep and the cool water splashing on the soft sands, life seems to be a lot more serene and beautiful. A stroll on the beachside with the water hitting you to the appropriate level awakens you to a bright, happy day.

This morning few friends and myself visited a lazy and quiet beach close to college, and all of us would agree that it was the best way to start the week. Splashing the water at each other, clicking pictures till our hearts were contended and just lazing around was how this Sunday kick started.

To think about a lost loved one, to re-visit those moments spent with a lover you miss, to just play with the sand remembering one’s childhood, to collect shells and take them back home to, probably, just beautify your house, are few of those lovely things we did there. I could see the excitement on everyone’s faces when they saw a starfish; something they claim they had never seen before. To pose to a zoom lens the ‘poster’ way, with each of us looking at different directions made us feel like stars. Seeing a man perform two somersaults at a stretch was an awe we enjoyed with a wide open mouth.

I am sure a lot many of you would have enjoyed strolling by the beach. There definitely is no better place to be when you want to be alone or have a good time, to enjoy nature’s beauty at its best.

Five Minutes...

Time was running away

It seemed like you were running along with it

With still few more months of physical closeness,

Your absence was already felt

We rarely spoke, seldom met

And when we did, we would end up screaming and parting ways

I felt lost, alone.

But five minutes was all it took

Five minutes of your life gave me back my life

Five minutes of your phone balance reassured me that I was loved

Five minutes made me happy

P.S: It is not the hours you spend on phone or the frequency with which you meet each other that determine how much one loves the other. It is the faith that in spite of everything, they still care and love you that matters. It is the feeling, that you have the other person during times of pain.

Back to where I was

Yesterday was indeed a terrific day. I had a weird feeling in between since my sister was in a bad mood, thanks to Baby, and Amma got angry because I had a late lunch, thanks to my blog birthday post!
But finally it turned out to be super superb!

Achan insisted we take Baby to the park, and we did. I guess I enjoyed more than him, because I bought a bubbles bottle and roamed around the entire park blowing bubbles. It felt so good, felt like I was a kid with no worries nor tensions. Life was so much better than, wasn't it? I am sure all of you would have got that forward, which I don't really remember completely. But indeed it was the best time, when all that hurt were wounded knees and when the tallest and highest position we ever wanted to be in was on Daddy's shoulders. We ended the day with hot garlic bread and a game of Scrabble. In fact, it has been a routine at home to end the day with a game of coins. Baby is a lot more excited in playing that since he can go around giving everyone the required number of coins, in each turn. I seldom win, thanks to Achan's exemplary vocabulary. But it is always fun.

So I am planning to spend NYE with a movie and making a 2012 calendar. What do you think?

The Menu for Wednesday

 Achan's Cousin had come over for dinner last night. And this was the menu. Not very dramatic or anything, but I loved the lasagne :P

Lentil Lasagne..

Chilly Chicken. I might be a vegetarian, but I don't mind making :P

Kofta with Chapathi

And, tada my Christmas Tree...It is a small tree, but I had to make all possible tantrums to get that. So I am very happy :)!!! Love you Amma and Acha for this!!!

Set Weekend...

Well my weekend for the week is completely set!

My sister, Jeeju and cutest lovable nephew baby are coming home tomorrow! I am as excited as I can be just for that very reason. Though Jeeju will be back to Dubai in two days, Chech and Baby are staying for some time. At least till I am back to God's own country. Wish Jeeju could also stay along till then. Hmmm....
Baby was sick during his birthday, so Chech was sad she couldn't give him cake. And I had promised to make him a really lovely cake. And day after tomorrow also happens to be Achan's and Jeeju's birthday. So it's triplet celebration. And Amma and me have so much work in the kitchen. We have actually made a list :P.
And on Friday, Achan has booked a train which goes into a cave with different kinds of creations done with the stones. Not really sure what exactly it is, but Amma was very excited when Achan called and said he had booked tickets. So am I!

So yes, it is going to be a busy and exciting weekend! :)

Happy is definitely an under-statement

I was one among the blue smileys until now :)

I feel happy… I feel pleasant.. I feel serenity… I feel love and not hatred… I feel glad… I feel content… I feel complete…. I feel cheerful… I feel the cool wind blowing through my hair, even though it is scorching hot outside… I feel the rainy drops on my face in spite of it being completely dry… I feel pure, true love not expecting anything in return… I feel lovely…. I feel life… I feel like there is a reason to live… I feel food… Good food…. You know why… Because

I AM HOME…

You have made my day!!!

I was sitting in this boring boring class, when I was thanking God my  friend brought my laptop!! So I thought I would go through my blog, because I couldn't go through it the whole of yesterday, thanks to my report writing and fever!! So I was browsing and reading through my fellow bloggers' blog, when I went through this article!! And guess what!!


I GOT MY FIRST EVER BLOG AWARD!!

Thank you so very much Serendipity!! It truly means a lot to get an award from you!! And yes, I will keep with my header for some more time :) :) :) :) :)!!!

P.S: The 'H' is something everyone misses out on :)

Everyone loves Saturdays, But I don't

I hate Saturdays!! Yes, I do.. Actually I hate only working Saturdays. You want to know why? Because, we get to wear colour dress and I am always, forever and at all times blank at what to wear. I have got so used to wearing my uniform to college that Friday evenings are a nightmare because I just cannot decide on what to wear. Worse is when we can wear nothing but salwars!! Even worse is when the current goes off in the morning in between putting my ‘make up’!! Thankfully I have super awesome friends who help me choose what to wear, though 99% times I am never happy.

But I am happy about tomorrow. Because I get to go home. My sister has come from Dubai, with the best gift she has ever given me. The man of my life, my baby, my sweetheart, my nephew!! Can’t wait!!!!

Relieved....

Yes I had a little bit of time. Or rather I made myself a promise that I would do something to make my blog a lot more better and active!! So here it is..!!My new look.. This would have been IMPOSSIBLE without my parents help.. So thank you Amma and Acha... Love you both :) :*

Suggestions please :)

The Ladies Coupe'

I am sorry to disappoint all my readers, because this is not a book review of ‘Ladies Coupe’. This is my experience in a ladies coupe. And there were more than five ladies in the compartment. A lot more.

I was off to visit my uncle’s place from college with two of my friends. All the other compartments were jet packed, thanks to the bi-elections about to happen in Tamil Nadu. So we thought we would get into the ladies compartment, in spite of the Soumya murder case. We were quite pleased we did that. Or at least I was.

There is always that sincere, loving and caring smile on a lady’s face when she sees a member of the same sex. Probably because only a lady understands another’s worries and pain. Or maybe, it is just because it saves them from the usual stare they get from the opposite gender. And so there were several sincere smiles at us, greeting us like we were their long lost child, providing us with the tiny little gap between them and the nearby lady to let us sit. They spoke to us like we had left their homes for the day and we were back together and were filling each other with the day’s work and fun. Personally, I felt like I was at home talking to my mother or grandmom. I felt at home.

Even the vendor lady busy selling vegetables were smiling at us. Trust me, that is not an everyday sight. She was sure to have a huge money to care back home in the ladies coupe. I loved the journey in the special compartment reserved for us ladies, and given a chance again I would probably visit my fellow ‘travellers’ soon! 

Life's happy now!

There definitely is no place like home. Being back to my granny and favourite cousin, my heart is content now. Coming back on the day of my grandfather's 84th birthday, filling my stomach with the traditional sadya, seeing the happy faces of my grandparents, is just mind filling (and stomach filling as well :P).
With my parents far away in Muscat, and my sister and family in Dubai, the only person to 'represent' my family would be me. And boy, was I glad I could make it. Only to see my mutachan happy. My grandparents were my strength during the tough days at college. Since I didn't want to worry my parents, being so far away, the only person to whom I could tell all of my worries and problems at hostel and college was my grandmother ammumma. 
Just too happy and knew no other place to share my happiness. Let me go back to my fiction novel, and then my research assignment, and then have to finish off with my internship report! Oh My God!!!!!!

P.S1. Sadya is the traditional Mallu feast, served mainly during marriages. Since 84th is a huge step n a person's life, we wanted it to be grand :P! For more information on the feast, visit How to eat a Mallu Wedding-Sadhya: a step-by-step guide. A lovely post and a lovely blog.


P.S2. Mutachan is the Mallu way of calling one's mother's father. Love him. Obviously ammumma is his better half :P

P.S3. Miss amma(mother), achan(father), chech(sister), jeeju(brother-in-law) and kanna(my sweetheart, nephew).

10 Day Challenge- Strike 6

Every small tiny winy kid loves cartoons. I keep wishing all of us would be able to laugh at tiny little things, like my nephew does when he watches Tom and Jerry. Infact, anyone who watches Tom and Jerry, no matter how 'old' they are would forget their worries and laugh their heads off. Hence, today's note would be on my favourite cartoons.

1) Tom and Jerry : I guess it was very obvious that my most favourite cartoon would be Tom and Jerry. I mean who doesn't like that cartoon?! If the scene of a cat running behind a mice for an entire half an hour can make you laugh beyond you ever imagined, then why not? I truly adore watching both of them fight, and Jerry getting Tom into trouble when the lady comes or when the dog is around. Infact, there has also been moments where people say that they would do something when Tom catches Jerry. Or when the face of the lady in the cartoon is shown. Lovely funny cartoon I must say.

2) Powerpuff Girls : Girl power personified!! Who would have imagined three girls would rescue the entire world from any evil. Well, yes, it is just a cartoon. But who knows when the concept of this cartoon becomes a reality. A bang on a man's face :P.

3) Flintstones : Fred and Wilma, you made me laugh till my stomach pained during my younger days! The way he runs the car by literally running is truly hilarious. The cartoon also depicts the friendship between Fred and George. I truly loved Flintstones. Infact I still do!


P.S : Others that made it close are:
Dexter's Laboratory, Jetsons, Mickey Mouse, Looney Tunes, Popeye, Scooby Doo..... Phew now this was tough!!

10 Day Challenge- Strike 4

Television is one of my weak point. Now more than ever, since I watch it very rarely now! So here are my three favourite tv shows.

1) Modern Family : One word to describe this show would be MODERN!!!Every family claims or hopes to be modern, but no family can be as modern as these people. I wonder how many families would accept their son to be a gay, accept their father to have a relationship with a woman as old as his daughter, and have a brother as old as your son. Phew. Now that's what I call a Modern Family! One show that helps me lighten up my mood no matter how down I am. And the thoughts given to us at the end of the show is just mind blowing!

2) Las Vegas : One SEXY show. The women just make you whistle your tune to the loudest ad the men are just..phew..so bloody hot!!!! I just love everything about this show. The location (obviously!!who doesn't like and dream of going to Las Vegas), the attires worn by the cast, the cast themselves (ha i could watch them all day long) and the Montecito Casino!!!

3) Emotional Atyachar : No liar can escape from these people. Every lover would think twice, or maybe even more than that, before cheating on their partner, thanks to these guys. The show would be unethical, against the culture of India and what not. But it completes it purpose to the fullest. However I would like to see one show where the partner under the loyalty test turns to be a true lover!

So voila, my three favourite tv shows!!!

10 Day Challenge- Strike 3

Next in my list would be the three best moments in my life. These are three mindblowingly-super-fantastic events that made my life a lot more happier and gave more reason for me to live.

1) New Arrival : This would definitely be the first in this list. December 16, 2008. The day my nephew was born. Oh God, Nephew makes it sound so far. The day my boy was born is so much better. He caught my finger with his tiny little fingers and I promised him I would never let that hand go, no matter how big it grows. No matter if it is sun, wind, hay, or rain, as long as I am with him, I would not let anything hurt him. For more details on this very special day of mine, refer to It's a boy!!! post.

2) New Years Eve : Meeting your 2 bestest friends after 3 years would definitely be second on my list. Especially on New Years Eve. Probably the best New Years!! What made it ultra-special and cool is that we spent it at one of my friend's place with just the three of us. We lie down looking at the stars, cut the cake, spoke till 3 in the morning, slept cuddling each other to the fullest, spoke about old memories and new happenings in each other's life, danced like there was no tomorrow....Phew...I wish I would get back those two days.

3) Surprise Filled : Next in line would be my 20th birthday, which was filled with surprises. For more details, go back to Overload of Surprises. My friends made my day. Love you all for that :*









P.S: Trust me, it was really really very difficult to chose three out of the many superb events that made my life a lot more special.

Overload of Surprises

The day I was back from home! A Sunday! I brought along a cake for my friends! We cut it in the evening, and went around spreading the taste of the mouth watering chocolate cake! Though a few seemed to dislike cakes all of a sudden, the day went on well!
The next day, or maybe the day after the next day, at 12, I cut another cake! The sweetest cake, made specially by my friends! Five individual pastries combined to form one marvellous cake! This time, a white creamy vanilla cake! With my friends being able to grab only 15 candles, we completed the ritual by lighting five of them again! And then, the most painful part! 20 hard hitting hands on my back! From around 6 to 7 of them! Ouch!!!But it was all good and fun! Oh and not to forget the two slaps and walking around on my knees, by my close friend, who is going away to London soon!
D Day! Got the sweetest ever card, made by my bestest friend ever! Had a tough time trying to hold back my tears! With the words that made my day! And then the distribution of sweets to the teachers! I guess that would be the first time every teacher was happy with me :P!
And then, the happiest time of the day! I know I have been saying this in every sentence, but that is how I felt! I went out! Spent some superb time with a few very special people! And then, a friend from hostel, calls me in a hurry, asking me to get back to hostel, because my brother and sister-in-law had made a surprise visit! I had asked them to come as a surprise, but they backed out the last minute due to personal reasons! It seems! But they made it, with the best and yummiest cake ever! We cut it near the car, thanks to the rules in my hostel, that brothers are not supposed to enter the girls hostel! Brought the cake back to the hostel and distributed that as well! And then, a very special person asked me to come and meet them! And the best surprise for a century! The cutest ever tweety doll! Now Vytee!
 Went for dinner, thinking the day had come to an end! Little did I know, it had just begun! A treasure hunt, that led me to my gift! Yes, more gifts! With clues leading to people that  meant the world to me! And the gift! The most beautiful Wildcraft bag, with a K Special, to help me loose my weight :P! And a ring, from my bestest friend! I know I have awarded many people to be my bestest friend, but they truly deserve the award!
All this on the one day I thought would be like any other day! My 20th Birthday! Definitely not like any other day!
P.S: All the make-up in the pictures were part of the treasure hunt! Including the beauty spot!

My Best Friend...

This was probably the first 'article' I must have written. Well, you can't really call it an article. But anyway, just came through it, and thought I would share it. 


"Heaven must be really small, because I can see it in my mother's eyes"- an innocent quote, told by a young boy to his mother, but with a lot of meaning. A mother can be one's best friend, best guide or the best moral support one can have during times of need. the first face that comes to a child's mind during times of pain, sorrow, as well as happiness is that of his/her mother. This first word that a child utters when he/she is hurt is "mother", be it any language. And the first person one tends to miss the most once they are away from home is their mother.

I too am no different from other kids. My mother has been with me from when I can remember. She fed me when I was small, taught me lessons from the textbooks when I went to school, told me about her experiences and warned me about the different species in this confusing state called life, when I was a little bit bigger, corrected and showed me the right path when I was wrong. In a nutshell, during every small event in my life, my mother stood by me, with a shoulder ready to be wet thanks to my tears, a cozy lap ready to bear my head so that I could sleep peacefully and a safe chest to hug on to when needed.

It is quite a popular fact, that boys are more close to their mother and girls to their father. However, in my case, I am a bit more closer to my mother. This is probably because my father, physically, stayed away from me due to work reasons for a very long time. However, whenever my father and myself were together, we had a jolly good time.

I have gone shopping with my mother, tried my best to go hand in hand with her at the kitchen, played with her, had long talks with her and have asked her opinions on various things. But now that I am here, in India, and she is in Muscat, I guess, the distance has played its part. I meet her around twice in a year, once for a few weeks and the other for around two months, and the maximum time I get to talk to her is five minutes, thanks to the scorching call rates. Internet is the only way through which I actually 'talk' to her. But you can't really call that talking can you?

I have heard several of my friends have fights with their mothers and bang the phone to get rid of their frustration. I too used to fight with my mother almost throughout the day and at times at night as well. However, with the distance, and the meager time I get to talk to her, fighting definitely seems out of the question. But, I guess the saying is true, you fight the most with those whom you love the most. But nowadays, when I lie down to sleep, I wish she was there next to me, my best friend, my mother.

Creativity unleashed

*Well this was my very first article to be published. It will always remain special to me. Thank you to everyone who has helped me achieve this moment. I know it is a lot of formality, but I would like to keep this like that.*

Shoe aficionado, Najla al Kindi showcases her flair for shoe designing with a touch of modernity. Though a newbie in the shoe industry, Najla’s shoes portray experience, involvement and sharpness. Her shoes carry a token of Oman, either through its design, material or embellishments. The uniqueness lies in her adopting jewellery, that we usually use to adorn our neck or hands, to beautify the shoes.

With no formal education in her field of interest, she was fortunate to be blessed with a creative instinct. “I started with painting, home decoration, vase making and gift wrapping. In 2007, Layali al Asalah, an event management company, organised a shoe design competition called ‘When Authenticity Speaks’.

The competition was preceded by a workshop that guided the participants on how to ideate, conceptualise and select the material required in shoe designing. “I really enjoyed the challenge of combining three cultures (Omani, Yemeni and Chinese) for designing shoes. I won the competition and was awarded a week’s scholarship at Monash University in Australia for a jewellery-designing workshop,” she said.

The workshop and the course from the Monash University have proved instrumental in shaping Najla’s career as a successful shoe designer. She has since then not only created exemplary shoe designs but has also garnered a loyal customer base.

Najla constantly tries to harmonise the old and the new, thereby preserving the beauty of Omani culture. “I do this, either by adding Omani jewellery or fabric. For example, in one of my designs, I used the big bangle that Omanis wear and resized it to use it in a shoe. Sometimes, I use the material used for making scarves. There are several fabrics in Oman that people are unaware of. I would like to educate them about this in my own unique way,” she said. “I use different fabrics in my designs, such as bresam, that comes in various bright colours and is used in our traditional clothes. For my second collection, I used this fabric with embroidery,” she said.

A perfectionist, Najla is very particular about the quality of the footwear she designs and ensures that she sells only high quality shoes. As a result, she had to search hard for quality shoes. “Heels or soles are not sold in Oman. So, I buy readymade shoes, remove its design and use only its heel or sole. I make sure that the shoes I buy are of high quality, which is one main reason why my shoes are considered expensive, ranging from RO50 to RO95. I work with a person, who actually designs men’s shoes. I explain to him the design and the size and he does it for me,” she added.

A keen follower of Louis Vuitton, Najla would someday like to bring her collection at par with its style ethos and quality standards. She is fascinated by the word ‘Kosh’ and would like it to be the name of her future brand. “A friend of mine told me that some people in Oman refer to shoes as ‘Kosh’. I liked the word, because it was an old word related to shoes. I wanted to modernise it,” she said.

Currently busy designing her Eid collection, Najla designs customised shoes for her customers after analysing their interests and expectations. However, she makes it a point to stick to Omani tradition and not repeat designs. Though most of her customers are Omani, there are quite a few expatriates who are fond of her work. She believes that her designs interest young people. “Initially, very few people knew about my collection. Even those who knew about it were not very impressed because it was something different and unusual for them. But now I have quite a few customers and brides to cater to. At present, I am working for three brides apart from my usual customers.”

A few of her designs are available at Layali al Asalah Villa in South Ghubra. Since she designs on a customer’s orders, Najla can be contacted at lady.kosh@hotmail.com

Extravaganza from Netherlands

It was truly an honour for me to be a part of the wonderful 2011 Dutch Flower Show held at Al Bustan Palace Hotel, Wadi Al Kabir in Oman, and to be one among the Duchess' of Ambassadors and sit on those beautifully made chairs with them to witness how Tim Van Liepsig, from the land of flowers, Netherlands, made extraordinary arrangements of flowers in a wink of an eye.
I was a bit nervous, to be very honest, since it was my very first 'official' reporting, plus, for a very renowned newspaper in Oman, Muscat Daily. I did not have to beg and plead for information from people since I didn't have any 'ID' to show my journalism reality, which was an added advantage for me. But, I had the coolest and sweetest person, whom I was accompanying, and she made me at ease. We lost our way in the beginning, and not to mention the so-called cleaner or so of the hotel tried to play around with us as well. However, all we had to do was to get to the right floor. The scent of the flowers just led our way to the hall.
As soon as we entered the hall.. Ah what a site.. To see all the flowers sprinkle out from their packets and smell their scent truly made my goosebumps rise up to the fullest. And to add on, the beautiful women all clad in even more beautiful dresses was truly a sight to the eye. And then, to know that they were all Duchess' in one way or the other, was the icing on the cake.
Oh, and not to forget.. The man of the show..
Tim Van Lipseig kept on talking about something or the other. Or maybe about nothing, in special. He just loved to talk. And that is what he was doing. I guess he loved being the centre of attraction among so many beautiful ladies!
And then the most amazing class I have ever sat in. He just played around with the flowers, turning them this side and then the other side, placing them one beside the other. He arranged them mostly in one colour each, i.e, a bouquet mostly contained either white or red or some other colour flowers. And he arranged them in a span of second, and made it look so easy, that anyone could do it. However, one of the Duchess Ambassador mentioned it aloud, that when she tried arranging them it goes one way and the other flower the other.
Not to mention, the women around me did not seem like they were sophisticated women from the big houses. They all seemed to be normal ladies, excited to be there just like me and laughing as aloud as they wish to.
Then, Tim told us various details about various flowers. The do's and don't's while arranging flowers. He also went a bit personal by showing us the bouquet he made for his wife on their wedding. I must say, I wish I had a bouquet like that for my wedding.

I did not know that there were so many varieties of flowers, tulips, chrysanthemums and what not, until I met Tim.
P.S: Don't go to Holland asking for tulips now, because it is very expensive as the season for them are over.

And the calla dark arum lily which he used for his wedding bouquet with the spooky asparagus white leaves were just mind blowing.
Ah I can just go on and on about the entire show. And he loved to click photographs with his bouquet of flowers. He just stood there with his final arrangement of bouquets after every arrangement so that people could go on clicking photographs. I wish I got one of those bouquets. But he would not be doing that this time. Out of the bunches of all the good luck the day brought in to me, this had to be one bad, very bad luck it brought to me.


But , I would still cherish the moments to be one of the best in my professional and personal life.
 Enjoy your life with flowers. Buy them, play with them, come up with beautiful new arrangements, exchange them with friends, greet friends with them, gift them beautifully arranges bouquets. There is so much to do with flowers, that people just don't realize.
P.S: Btw, please do not go to a Chinese hospital, and give them red flowers, if Get Well Soon, is what you wanted to convey. You would turn out to convey a death notice to them! :)

It's a boy!!

Everyone would have their own day that reminds them of how lucky they are in their life. The joy multiplies if it is the happiest day of their life as well. My take on such a day is December 16, 2008. The day my baby was born. Well, not exactly my baby, he is my nephew. Sreeram.

I still remember the day my sister gave us the happiest news she could have ever given us. My parents were going to be grandparents, myself an aunt and my sister and jeeju, parents. The very first member of a new generation. Although, it made us realize that we were all growing a step further, relation wise, nothing could match the happiness we enjoyed on that day.

Months went by and during one of my sister’s regular check-up, the doctor told us that the baby’s heartbeat was not heard. Our hearts skipped a beat. We didn’t lose hope and decided for a second opinion. She travelled back home. To India. And the baby’s heartbeat was back! So was ours!

There was no bound to our happiness now. We decided on names. We decided on what the baby would call us. We decided on what all to purchase for the new member of our family. Months passed and our excitement arose. Chechi’s only wish… She wanted the baby to arrive a day after their first anniversary!

Her wish came true. They celebrated their first anniversary on December 13, 2008, with us still thinking on how to welcome the new member in the best way possible. She got admitted at the hospital near-by on December 14. I had my exams during that month. A hectic and exciting month I must say. I went to meet my sister at the hospital every day after school. December16, 2008 was a holiday for me. Thankfully. At around 9 in the morning, I got a call from my mother saying my sister was taken to the operation theatre. She had not shown any signs of pain in spite of the injection. So caesarian it was going to be. We rushed to the hospital so that we were not late to welcome our baby. After a long while of waiting, the nurse came out with a tiny baby wrapped in a cloth in her arms and announced “It is a boy”! My grandmother was the first one to hold him in her arms, and the first look I had at him was heavenly. I kept my little finger in his palm and he held it tight. That was when I promised to him and myself that no matter what happens I will do anything and everything to make him happy and safe. A glance at him can make my day.

It has been two years since his birth, and he has changed. But no matter how old he grows, for me, he is always that baby I first saw on December 16. 2008. My first baby!

A feel of college L!fe

The rush in the train, the lush in the lane,
The run to the gate, the fun to be late,
The wait for the hugs, the plates for the bugs,
The late night talks, the early morning blocks,
The clock strikes eight, the flocks run late,
Submitting later than the dates, being caught with a date,
The throw to the pool, the flow of the rules,
The walk in with the books, the walk out with the clocks,
The days you will remember the most, the days you will miss the most,
Your days of college, your days of life.