Ironically, I had a dream last night making me doubt that. Well the dream is really short. I was in the kitchen of my parent's place in Hyderabad reaching out for the jars above which had cashew nuts and peanuts in it.
All I can say is my parent's place had a point to make and it made it through the dream.
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I have memories of a wing or of the hostel as a whole.. sometimes even the mess or tiffanys. but surprisingly, not so attached to my room. I bet that if you ask me my room numbers after a few years i'll have struggle to dig them out of my memory.
Parent's house. Imprinted in memory. Down to every detail.
:) I can remember where the boxes of nuts, Jaggery and sweets were kept in my mom's kitchen. I guess I am attached to my room at the hostel coz I spent most of my fourth year there and you at your Lab.
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