A visit to Tirupati

At the end of about 20 hours outside our dear (deer?) campus we, Flashing, Gajju, Surya, and I, hadn't run a marathon, or cycled tens of kilometres, or played hours of football, which we anyway don't. But still, we were dead tired -- our knee joints chirping, minds reeling, heels squealing. All we did was eat, sleep, sing, and stand. Yes, we stood. A lot. And while we stood we ate, slept, and sang.

Visions of a lonely mind

"... in fiction, the author can really tell the truth without humiliating himself." -- Jim Rohn.

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"I need to talk to you. Alone." I said, trying to look as determined as possible and without losing eye contact.

"Now?! Class is about to start! Also, she doesn't want to talk to you." Her friend retorted.

"Please..." I reiterated, ignoring her friend, maintaining eye contact all throughout. Reluctantly, silently, her lizard eyes heeded. She had to! After all, she wanted to talk to me too. She did, right?

My placement experience

[Cross-posted, as it is, from my answer to this Quora question. Go upvote it! Why else do you think I have given you the link!]