The Nostalgic Corridor
Photos courtesy: Rondeep There are places that exist only as buildings. And then there are places that quietly become a part of who we are. The photo of the corridor of the Gauhati Medical College posted by Rondeep, with its vast, echoing space with worn stone floors, the familiar staircase, fading notice boards, was the beating heart of our college life. Looking at the photo now, it feels strangely familiar and wonderfully foreign at the same time. The walls are cleaner. The vending machine stands where we stood in clusters with gossip and tea cups from the canteen. Now, the corridor is quieter. More orderly. More purposeful. It is undoubtedly better. Yet, somewhere between the polished floors and formal notices, I find myself searching for the ghosts of our youth. This was where we celebrated. Where we laughed without restraint. Remember a shy Yaupi crooning a love-song as Diganta played the guitar? Abir's tunes and Partha's "musu- musu haasi" transform...
