A Bridge Between Then and Now

What does a reunion mean to you?

Is it about reminiscing the good old times—the laughter, the chaos, the friendships that shaped us?

Or is it about building new connections, forging fresh bonds with faces that once were familiar and now feel renewed?

For us, the batch of 1995, this year marked 30 years since we left college.

Thirty years since we stepped out into the world—but even more profoundly, 34 years since we first stepped into each other’s lives.

There’s something about returning to old places.

The past doesn’t just whisper—it hits you in waves.

And so it was, during the two unforgettable days we spent together.

Memories came rushing back:

·       The rundown buildings, still standing with quiet dignity.
·       The hostel corridors, echoing with the sounds of our youth.
·       The taste of familiar food, unchanged and comforting.
·       And of course, the telephone building—our lifeline to home, to parents, to everything we left behind.

The buildings that stood as a silent witness to our shared longing, our tears, and our excitement.

In those two days, we lived a little bit of everything.

We remembered.

We forgot.

We laughed.

We sang.

We reconnected.

We weren’t just looking back—we were also building something forward.

Friendships that paused, now playing again. New bonds formed in old familiarity.

There’s a special kind of magic in a reunion.

It doesn’t just bring back who we were.

It reminds us who we still are—and who we’re becoming.

Here’s to the batch of ’95.

To 34 years of connection.

To memories made, and those yet to be.