We sat on plastic chairs on a hot evening. It was hot as usual and i was in a sari - dress code was formals. Fanning myself with the sheet of paper that contained my pledge, i sat staring idly at the dais. Some dignitary was giving a speech and hardly anyone was listening. Most were busy looking around, looking for their friends and classmates and 4years' crushes. Bored, i looked up at the sky, and saw a flock of birds, moving in the exact V formation that we used to draw as kids. It made me think of us.
The 400 students that sat there listening to the speech were just a bunch of noisy birds that were about to fly in different directions. We had come from various parts of the country and had stayed together for 4 years. We became a part of the collective: NITKians. The campus had become 2nd home, 1st to many. This place gave us all the freedom and a small dose of the world. And just when we had got adjusted to our batchmates and had made some wonderful friends and explored the campus, we were to leave.
We had come as fledglings, we now leave as swans.
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