It has been almost four years since I passed out of my university, but even now I hold the same excitement to go there, just like I had a few years ago, when for the very first time I stepped into it. I was nervous then and now. While passing out from the university, I left a part of myself there and carried a huge part of it with me. In these four years nothing has changed regarding my relationship with my alma mater. Though I moved on, I still have the same respect and adoration for my university and the people there. I might be miles away from it, but I treasure the lessons and the days spent there. Its position is irreplaceable in my life. In fact, I can call it as another home of mine and the people there as the members of my extended family. To me, it is not less than a temple. It's a sacred space that vibrates with the energies of hundreds of students and teachers. Just like any other alumnus, I also love going back to my university and cherish those beautiful moment...