We miss your silent walk down the Admin stairs with your eyes fixed on the ground
We miss your cute, little, old-as-gold scooter in which you ride off into the sunset
We miss the way you never made being Dean a burden on us.
We miss how you never abused your position to directly torment us
We miss NOT having the right to cut/bunk/sleep in hostel whenever we like
We miss your non-interference in every small goddamn thing that students do
We miss you giving the hostellers the Uber-like freedom that MIT hostels were Wild for
We miss having the liberty to take bath in the hostel anytime we like; whether its 8:45 in the morning or 8:45 in the night.
We miss taking that last train, running, huffing and puffing to class, 15 minutes.
We miss you Sir
Please come back
