Tales of Gate
"THE TALES OF GATE"
-By Nimisha Sharma
My journey in IMI, started in 2011. I have been here stand and still, getting
rusted after every murky rains and painted in every dazzling summers, observing
everything with a great tranquility under the heat of the sun and shades of the
canopy. Although I don’t say much except for a creak or a slam but I have with
me some earnest and some humorous stories. I am white, small in height but have
all the vibrant shades in me which are filled with tales. I have seen smiling
faces of achievements and woeful faces of detachments. I have seen the gloomy
goodbyes and affectionate welcomes. I have seen students entering with towering
hopes, strong aspirations, ample goals, tremendous aims, immense expectations
and returning with a luggage full of cherishing memories, great experiences,
prominent exposure, catchy opportunities, impulse motivation, imperishable
bonds and connections.
I welcome all
the great people of the corporate world, with due respect, telling them the
achievements that IMI holds. Showing them the beautiful lush green campus
through my bars. I even see off them and make a mark of remembrance. My heart
feels blissful when I see boys and girls coming to play with the pet dogs of
IMI near me. A feeling of content comes from within when the dogs shake their
tales and try to jump a mile and laugh.
Every day, I
meet with dozens of delivery persons, holding hundreds of couriers and waiting
for the smiling faces of startle to come and pick them up. Every day I see the
joggers and the runners, some losing their weight and some becoming fit by
balancing the breath rate. Every day I see peeps crossing my bars, going
through the posh road under the canopy to mingle and to chit chat and to have
Tea and Maggie.
Every night at
sharp 9:00, I try to act stubborn and close my bars, stopping everyone to get
through, accepting apologizes with a raspy face. I deliberately hide my
laughing face on the excuses they give, then with a mulish act I let them
finally in. This is how it goes all around the clock. Sometimes sweet and
sometimes sour I stand still with a twerk and some bars.
very good
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