When you’re confined within a space you tend to long for places you have never been to. Then there are places and memories you have lived. One such place is college canteen. It need not be yours. But it needs to be, for us it was boys canteen. With pure greenery, where trees are aligned. There was freedom to be, not limited to time. There could be a breakfast after the long night, because sunlight was too harsh for our skin and eyes. There was sleep awaiting, a reservation pending. Those last unbearable days we were wishing they would never end. I didn’t want to have a last day. Our holiday was overdue. Paratha with chaas was good enough to end the night.