It's been few days and I already started missing my classroom, the only place which was a canteen when we were tired of gossiping and where we could anything  to kill time,a playground to play wolf, a studio for lots of selfies and park to hangout. I remember the first day of my college and the last bench of that classroom. Used to park our asses there, far from the board, our own cubical to mimic the professor, calculate the sum before the professor did and then argue with them to pass the whole lecture. The fun started from this cubical decreased to sleepy faces when networking concepts were introduced in the class, the concept built the powerful network among us but we never learned the actual concept of classroom network. That classroom became a home for us, everything was perfect and when we used to sit there, specifically in those sometimes dirty benches, there used to be an ass print as a benchmark and a stain on our purani jeans which still reminds us the essence of moist classroom, the sweats (half of the fans weren't working though) and laughter.

Those last benches got full before the first ones and if you're late, you have to sit on the first bench , so much nearer to professor and no sleep! Literally NO SLEEP. But college means Friends and Friends tend to save a place on the last bench. There was  no need to pass through the whole class as the door was right behind the last bench, but if anyone was late , we loved to turn our heads in 180 degree to make fun of those always-late-friends who shouted from no where : "May I come in?" just to attract the attention of whole class and then laughter and giggling for the whole lecture!

The classroom had seen students come and go, with empty bags to bag full of laptops and assignments. A group of students to the couples sitting there hand in hand. The classroom was a seductive bed for afternoon naps during boring lectures, it had kept all the secrets while gossiping about  fellow students. The classroom which always made students occupied in some activity other than studying.

Classroom that had the history of students come and go, share their laughter with walls and tears with benches under the bag. Just few days passed and the batch is gone, few more days and the next generation will come and park their asses in that empty classroom, just few days and these benches will miss those friends and lovers who had sat there and have crafted their names on it. Few days and these benches will miss all those dishes which we had shared with it from wafer to water and from cake to cola!! Few days and these benches will miss the footprint of those vella boys and the gossips that we girls are used to do!! Few days and these benches will miss the sleeping US in boring lecture, our ass prints that we had shared sitting there for hours and hours!
"I'm gonna miss you my cubicle" 
                                                                                                                  -Kemil Ghoghari