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I think my jee advanced went well and soon I will be joining IIT bombay, so before joining I want to get introduced to some .(I prefer being bottom fyki)

In summer vacations when I 

Visit that old Street,

That old house beside the blooming trees.

A wave of cold nostalgic air hits

Me when I sit on the verandah of the house.

The bamboo chills the body in me,

I could see my grandma with me,

In that old gale (A traditional Arunachali fabric),

That my mother gifted her

When she very first got her salary.

I could see her charming smile 

With teeths that were about to fall

And a beanie on her head.

I put my head on her warm lap,

And I could touch her warm hand

On my hair,

She singing a lullaby

While I counted the stars 

With all her dreams beside her.

And when I count the stars there 

I found my grandma 

With the brightest shine ever seen

And when I lift my head up there was no one

But a low stool that was lifting my head

Like anything else and the world drop dead,

I could not longer believe what I've seen,

Not a tear,

But something flashes back in my mind,

But only that old wrinkly face,

Echoes throughout my mind.

In summer vacations when I 

Visit that old Street,

That old house beside the blooming trees.

A wave of cold nostalgic air hits

Me when I sit on the verandah of the house.

The bamboo chills the body in me,

I could see my grandma with me,

In that old gale,

That my mother gifted her

When she very first got her salary.

I could see her charming smile 

With teeths that were about to fall

And a beanie on her head.

I put my head on her warm lap,

And I could touch her warm hand

On my hair,

She singing a lullaby

While I counted the stars 

With all her dreams beside her.

And when I count the stars there 

I found my grandma 

With the brightest shine ever seen

And when I lift my head up there was no one

But a low stool that was lifting my head

Like anything else and the world drop dead,

I could not longer believe what I've seen,

Not a tear,

But something flashes back in my mind,

But only that old wrinkly face,

Echoes throughout my mind.

In summer vacations when I

Visit that old Street,

That old house beside the blooming trees.

A wave of cold nostalgic air hits

Me when I sit on the verandah of the house.

The bamboo chills the body in me,

I could see my grandma with me,

In that old gale (a traditional Arunachali fabric),

That my mother gifted her

When she very first got her salary.

I could see her charming smile

With teeths that were about to fall

And a beanie on her head.

I put my head on her warm lap,

And I could touch her warm hand

On my hair,

She singing a lullaby

While I counted the stars

With all her dreams beside her.

And when I count the stars there

I found my grandma

With the brightest shine ever seen

And when I lift my head up there was no one

But a low stool that was lifting my head

Like anything else and the world drop dead,

I could not longer believe what I've seen,

Not a tear,

But something flashes back in my mind,

But only that old wrinkly face,

Echoes throughout my mind.