Its drab and lifeless, this gigantic block of concrete, home to pigeons and early 20-somethings. Devoid of colour and vibrancy, it is ironic how much these very walls have comforted us. The October breeze, with the right amount of chill, is much enjoyed here. We are talking about the under-estimated aura of the third floor terrace.
Be it the Darshan Vihar Board on the boys side or the birthday parties with string-lights on the girls side, it’s our “spot”. Whats your memory?