Everything looked the same... the journey from Munich to Budapest was just like Bangalore to Manipal.
The alps' could just have been the ghats, the little lights of villages like Mossblown could well be those of Mudbidri... the same winds blow, the same rain falls, the same stars in the same sky. And, the lights of Princes Street, welcoming and warm, like those at Tiger Circle.
With one Alma maters that fill me through and through with love and pride, I think maybe I should study more, and adopt more places as my own!
Manipal has a sneaky way of stealing up to me, like on the bus journey from Germany to Hungary, and I almost think that time has stood still.
The alps' could just have been the ghats, the little lights of villages like Mossblown could well be those of Mudbidri... the same winds blow, the same rain falls, the same stars in the same sky. And, the lights of Princes Street, welcoming and warm, like those at Tiger Circle.
With one Alma maters that fill me through and through with love and pride, I think maybe I should study more, and adopt more places as my own!
Manipal has a sneaky way of stealing up to me, like on the bus journey from Germany to Hungary, and I almost think that time has stood still.
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