The best years in my life is that 4 years spent in that seemingly boring white and orange and blue building. But those are the best years cause we know that reality is harsh, the world is mean but how harsh exactly, how mean exactly, we didn't know. And of course, I grew up there, physically, mentally and emotionally. Those 4 years, I had my first bite of friendship, passion, love, failure and of course, success.
So much happened during the 4 years that very often I find myself not knowing how to answer when people ask me "why are those 4 years the best phase of your life?"
I fail to answer in the best way because no word could quite bring across how great those years were. See. Again. Great is really not enough. It's so much more than just Great.
As the major finals get closer, the more I wanna run away and lock myself in my comfort zone. That's when I think very much about the 4 awesome years.
Nostalgic much huh?

Pretty much drained from the endless mugging.
Okay. It's not really endless, it'll end on 30th April.
I'm gonna jump around outside the lecture hall and I'm not gonna walk at all for the entire day, I wanna skip everywhere I go.

A short break from mugging,
Breakfast with love :)
So goodnight people! I'm gonna sleep happy now. Weeee!