I saw her here at first I talked to her here. She looked so soft
She seemed so warm
And cuddled her here
And every day I remember the day I said for the first time “Hi, my name is Salmaan". There are a lot of stories that happened here, a lot have ended here. But there is
something about these 700 square feet. That everyone's story passes from here, here at Kamath circle.
12 th July 2011 But so many times have walked through this KC now. It’s like a place I miss every day.
It’s where everything happens.
There was this one time Queen’s baton came to Manipal during common wealth games. I was here when India won the world cup. Oh! They climbed the Kamath canteen. I was here when there was a candle light march. We stood up on the wall and the small circle where water used to clog, both of which have now been razed.
I have bought delegate cards and registered myself for the memorable events here. It
has been a year and a half of memories. That I want to share, that I can share, and some
I can’t share. Come here and stand for a few minutes you’ll hear that voices from 1980 or 1999 or the 1974 batch, still echo here at KC. A place where everyone gets annealed to the fabric of MIT, in the color of this kamath circle..
A first year asked me last evening. "Bhaiya, what is this KC? Where is it?"
I pointed straight with finger. There lies the kamath circle, go forge your memories... February 2011 I haven’t seen that girl since then, I think she got annealed in this
fabric, I think she liked
kc. That’s our little love
story.
Salmaan Husayn M.I.T.
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