Postcode toh chhuto, baba—Pilani was the heartbeat, the desert nights under a blanket of stars, debating physics on the rooftops. The other campuses have their own shine, sure, but our library's old-book smell and the chai at Reddy's? That soul isn't transferable. I know because my own batch's laughter is still etched into those sandstone walls, while we argued over whose turn it was to get the jhaal muri.
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