Ode to Manipal Days

Blurry, sombre windshield views,
Puddles of petrichor—
The rain mirrors the homesick bruise,
A celestial, dripping encore.

This is 576104, your new pincode,
The shared bathroom, the roomie's alarm,
In truth, absurdity’s humble abode—
A life of quiet chaos, no harm.

But oh, the sweet camaraderie,
Forged in the 11:59pm submissions,
Like a triumphant lottery,
The 12am cakes, sweet additions.

That first date at Hoode Beach,
The Nescafe Maggi, and MSAP walks,
The elusive grade just out of reach,
Shared secrets and endless talks.

But alas, the years here were just four—
Packed suitcases, goodbye blues.
Once again, Puddles of petrichor,
Blurry, sombre windshield views.