What we leave behind - For the love of the game.

# He is wearing a crisp formal shirt coupled with well ironed pants. And his eyes are trained on his laptop. The AC has pretty much chilled him numb.A white ceiling and a small square cubicle surrounds him. And, there are an infinite such cubicles in that office. Unread files are piled up on his table. He glances at the clock impatiently. It's his payday.

# Auditions. Practising for intra as well as inter-college fests. Winning. Power naps on benches. Poker at nights. Britannia biscuits and water melons(big ones and the ones in the paper cup). A hundred hands scooping porottas. Getting messed up and dirty after cleaning different places inside college. Hands dipped in paint. Fevicol on your cheeks. Hands scarred from lifting benches.  Water fights. Theypu and Chalis. Half sleepy, slightly drunk and fully insane. Proudly flashing badges.(Neatly printed as well as handmade). Running around. Dancing at night. Making new words.(Mandip. Mandip. Mandip.). Night outs. And the early morning food from the hotels and the thattukadas at Kattangal, Mukkom and Kunnamangalam. Planning and preparing. The "Feel". Treats afterwards. And the bonds. And the pride. And posing together for photographs in weird and wacky ways.