The years are long gone. But many summers into the end of the memorable four-year college stint, nothing seems to have changed. Given a chance to relive or redo the four Rourkela years, not one boy will choose a life any different. Because the campus was one place where the size of your pocket holes never came in the way of partying; where how unprepared you were for tomorrow’s exam, never came in the way of watching tonight’s movie at the college A/V Hall; where oxygen in the air was a mere formality, the boys enjoyed inhaling uncertainty! This collection of kahaani (stories) may have been set against the backdrop of the campus adjoining the Koel river. But isn’t this the same wind that blows in just about every college and every hostel? Where life is about complaining way more than adoring? About swearing way more than appreciating? And finally realizing one day how naive we were. Eventually recognizing how, but for those priceless memories, life would not have had as much to cherish.

This book is about me for sure. It has to be about you as much!