The tree
For two consecutive days, our college had been hosting a cultural festival. It was something I had never experienced before in my life, and I was thrilled to take part in it. There was a DJ rave at night, and we were allowed to meander away for those two days, as the curfew of our hostel was pushed to a bit past ten in the evening. I called up all of my company, and we danced till dark. After enjoying ourselves to the fullest, at the end of two days, we found ourselves forced to return to the jail of a hostel. The fact that our curfew would be reduced to six again and that my freedom would once again be limited drove me crazy, and so, to extend my time outside, I took up the job of making a collage album of the photos others took of the festival. The album was to be printed from a shop outside, and since it was an official duty, I was exempted from following the curfew. The shop was a pretty funny one. I saw a lot of trinkets hanging from the ceiling, the whole thing looking...