31/03/2026
Some classrooms are loud with voices, others are filled with silence that speaks louder than anything. The scratched desks, the faded walls, the quiet glances between lectures—everything holds a memory. It’s not just a place for lessons, it’s where overthinking starts, dreams slowly build, and sometimes confidence quietly breaks. You sit there, pretending to understand life while actually figuring yourself out. Sunlight through the window feels different on certain days, almost like it understands you. One day, you’ll leave this room, but somehow, a part of you will always stay back in that same seat, unchanged, remembering everything.