Hey!! I hope you are all well and staying safe. There is no speech, just a random thread of thoughts or a story here if you might call it.

Sometimes, some places are just too comfortable, and most of the time, these lie across shell covered mountains, too hard to traverse without getting injured. And most of the time, near the seashores, somewhere along with the uncertainty of the ocean around us, we find them, these people to stand by us. These people, that solitude, that warmth in their eyes and care at each step enables you to deal with the profoundly uncertain lives even when you most alone. These people, as I prefer to call them, are the good people in our lives, these are not the perfect ones but the best ones for you.

They are there for making up the maggie you always end up burning, to help you complete that assignment which you never understood. Walks are overrated, but walks with these good people is just too underrated. They are there to support you through your sadness and all of your stupid plans, each one of them. I have been there, we have been there, for people, there has been someone for each one of us, whenever we wanted to just go back, sit with these people, and get ready to go face the world.

I believe in living in the present, and you should too, but sometimes or most of the time, I want these memories to stay. I want these bonds to stay, that warmth, those conversations, and especially that comfort to stay.

I hope to find again, somewhere the similar cold winds across the Saraswati temple guiding my thoughts through the worst of the phases, or another quote over another statue telling me to reinvent myself each day right when I am too scared to take a confirmed decision, or maybe just another slope to gaze at the stars when I am going through worst of it all, for it to just stay there each night with me fighting along. To have another cool uncle sitting by the gate, watching our safety, and asking me how I have been on days I would feel clueless, or another lady trying to keep herself from falling asleep so that she can prepare the chai we asked for, and just randomly appreciate you for working hard. To find another friend asking how you have been, miles apart, but still able to make you laugh through that bad cry day of yours, or someone so fearless to speak it out to your face when the outside world has been far too away from real. Maybe to find that alum in the faraway country, helping you find vegetarian food, sort your bank accounts in Japanese, right before you were about to break down or find that random alum who just met you right now, still, you feel him being the closest to the home in all of the year you have been away from home. I know, I am in love with each one of these people, and each one of these endless memories.

I wish for all of us to keep moving forward, grow each day into a new and more refined individual, to find purpose, and fulfilment in our lives. And someday to be able to pay back a part of what BITS has contributed to us for sustaining it and for it to have the same place in hearts of upcoming students as it has for us. This is me Shruti Sharma, a little girl, who used to find solace in loneliness happily resigning as a student and accepting my responsibilities as an Alum. Cheers to all of you, to us, to BITS.

I know the usual line here would be to say, I am going to deeply miss this place, but no surprise that is not what I am feeling right now. I am going to be deeply and forever be in love with this place, with these people, with everything and everyone. BITS Pilani it’s magic or, probably BITS Pilani is Love, and that is why it’s magic.