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Sanchia Joanna. S BA. JOPYEN 24JPEA47 Department of English Kristu Jayanti (Deemed to be University) |
There is a certain poise to the ordinary, a glamour that reveals itself only when we give the moment its due. And it is these intricate fragments that lend glamour to our day.
College is abundant with such moments. Circles of friends scattered across the green park, their laughter overpowering the bells. Lending a hand with a friend’s bag is an obscure yet tender gesture. The ever-present chatter of the campus is the rhythm no one composed, yet everyone knows.
The restless anticipation outside the lifts, eyes flaring, watching the numbers descend as if the choice of a door might change the course of their day. The cafeteria counter-staff who, with a familiar smile, remembers your regular order before you even utter a word, making you feel seen in a fleeting crowd. And those keen helpers sweep and brighten every corner, leaving the campus immaculate as if it were a sanctuary of youth.
The slow drift of evening breeze near Café, where a medley of departments bond over a coffee. The dancers rehearsing in corners, their speakers unleashing beats that make students around tap their feet in sync. With calm smiles, security guards straightened bikes and aligned scooters as if every wheel mattered. These unspoken gestures, often overlooked, are what make belonging feel like home.
Meanwhile, sudden plans sprout among friends, an impulsive café run, a reckless bunk, an impromptu memory etched forever. A friend unwraps tandoori momos, steam twirling into the cool air with the first bite, it is joy in its simplest, spiciest form. Monsoon arrives, leaving the campus’ plants smiling, leaves dripping in silver and walkways glimmering. And in the crowd, there are glances exchanged, delicate, fleeting, as though words would only diminish them.
The ID card, a quiet witness to every ebb and flow, is more like a second skin and a passport to belonging. The bell rings, and order allows attention to scatter like birds set free.
This is the glamour of ordinary things. Not chandeliers or champagne, but cafeteria chatter, resonating laughter, rain-slick trees, and the human kindness of those who make this place what it is. One day, all of it will become ‘ good old days’. Until then, we live in a film that unwraps itself daily, an ordinary life yet extraordinarily ours.