Yesterday Felt Like Coming Home...

Yesterday felt nothing less than magic to me.
The day before yesterday, I received a call from the CEO of my college. I was asked to go to Chennai for an official assignment. Without a second thought, I said yes. One reason was respect for the responsibility given to me. The other reason was simple it was Chennai. Not just a city, but another home for me. A place filled with friends, family, memories, and most importantly, my Loyola College.
The moment I reached my college campus, something changed inside me. I completely forgot about the official work that brought me there. I went straight back to where my heart belonged with my friends. Sitting in the same old place, eating breakfast at the hostel, talking casually, laughing without reason, meeting staff and coworkers, clicking pictures everything felt untouched by time.
Those three years in Loyola were not just about studying lessons. In fact, they taught me much more than books ever could. They taught me what life truly is, how to face people, how to stand strong, how to stay humble, and how to be myself. Life was demonstrated there, not explained.
When I think back, those days were not always easy. There were struggles, confusions, pressure, and silent battles. But somehow, everything flowed naturally. The playground, the church, the trees, the corridors everything there knew who I was and who I was becoming. That space watched me grow, fail, learn, and rise again.
After soaking in all those memories, I finally went to the office for my official work. What followed was a typical government office experience waiting, confusion, slow movement, unexpected lessons. Strangely, that experience too taught me a lot. It reminded me of patience, reality, and how systems work beyond classrooms and campuses.
Yesterday gave me two strong lessons in one day. One from my past that shaped me, and one from the present that grounded me. I returned with a tired body but a very full heart.
Some places don’t just stay in our memory. They stay alive within us. Yesterday reminded me of who I was, who I am, and who I still want to become.
And for that, I’ll always be grateful.

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