“You say goodbye, I say hello
You say why, I say I don’t know”
Because I’m not ready to let go…
Of the melodious memories here
As creativity, curiosity and conversations, sprang a new taste
Dipped in caffeine blending an illustrious layer
You became my happy place.
In the comfortable compass of the red bricks
A narrative like ride, I strived to chase
When juries went by needing a Chota fix
You became my solace.
Where love fluttered from the warm smiles and welcoming eyes
To cocoon around the walls of Ashoka, MiCafe, CR2 and Maclab lullabies
Or the colours of Culcomm magic and revisiting the old tennis flame
You became my grace.
When bonding unravelled from people to every inch of this place
A place that gave me my creative space
A space which felt like my own
MICA, you are the face I’ll always call home.
So don't say goodbye, because I'll still say hello.
You say why, I say I don’t know”
Because I’m not ready to let go…
Of the melodious memories here
As creativity, curiosity and conversations, sprang a new taste
Dipped in caffeine blending an illustrious layer
You became my happy place.
In the comfortable compass of the red bricks
A narrative like ride, I strived to chase
When juries went by needing a Chota fix
You became my solace.
Where love fluttered from the warm smiles and welcoming eyes
To cocoon around the walls of Ashoka, MiCafe, CR2 and Maclab lullabies
Or the colours of Culcomm magic and revisiting the old tennis flame
You became my grace.
When bonding unravelled from people to every inch of this place
A place that gave me my creative space
A space which felt like my own
MICA, you are the face I’ll always call home.
So don't say goodbye, because I'll still say hello.
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