As I sit here writing this post, the watch tells me it is 4:17 in the morning on my last day at XL. I leave this place for the last time as a student in a few hours from now. And now, in these last few hours, the depression is really starting to kick in. Every moment , every simple action strikes me as ‘the last time I do this in XL’ – the last parantha from Bishuda, the last cup of tea, the last visit to El-top, the last look at the glorious campus from my awesomely placed room.
I loved my school (Loyola, Pune), but when I left to go to college, it was no real big deal. The same was the case when I passed out of COEP. In these places, my friends were my friends and my family was my family. I always went out to my friends but every night, I came home to my family. I went to college, but i stayed at home. At XL, my friends were my family. Even when I came back home, it was the stay at home that was temporary – the permanent was going back to XL. I guess spending every waking hour with those people does foster some kind of nexus, and that is why I am finding it difficult to put down in words how much I am going to miss this place.
The attempt to list down the things that I will miss here is futile – there are just too many of them. Too many memorable experiences, too many great people.
Now as I sit here typing away on the laptop, sitting on my bed in room 414 for the last time, ready to leave campus, my home for the last two years, I listen to the song with seems most apt for this occasion – XL meri jaan.