A Day to Remember-Moran Manila Mahavidyalaya

🗓️ 18th February, 2025

🕊️ Title:A Day to Remember

Today was not just another day. It felt like a page from a book I never knew I was writing — gentle, unplanned, yet filled with meaning.

Along with fifteen of my dear student friends, we journeyed to Moran Mahila Mahavidyalaya — a place that welcomed us with quiet grace and a fresh morning breeze. We arrived by 8:30 AM, the college alive with signs of new beginnings under the warm guidance of our newly appointed principal, Dr. Tarun Gogoi Sir. His presence radiated a quiet hope, like the start of spring.

After a simple breakfast, we walked through the library and around the peaceful campus. The day was flowing calmly… until something unexpected happened — a spontaneous gathering in the college auditorium. Unplanned. Unscripted. And yet, so beautifully real.

Our student friends took the stage one by one, sharing from the heart — emotions, dreams, little truths. Their words, however soft, echoed deep. I too felt the pull to speak, and with a quiet heart, I did. I spoke about "মনৰ বাতৰি" (Monor Batori – Messages from the Heart), a little initiative we had started, inviting students to pen down their thoughts.

🩷 “If you feel like it, write something on a piece of paper and hand it to me… something from your heart, a little message I can take back to Golaghat.”

I never imagined what would follow.

💙 Hands began to rise — shyly at first, then steadily. And by the end, I was holding 95 handwritten notes.

Each one carrying a story, a thought, a feeling. I stood there, surrounded by the hush of the auditorium and the soft rustling of paper, and felt something I can’t quite name.

💜 Fulfillment, maybe. A still kind of happiness.

Evening arrived quietly. Some of our students played cricket under a sky turning gold. As night fell, the hostel girls and our students brought the campus alive with a cultural evening — full of music, rhythm, laughter.

💚 I even sang a song. Yes, me — someone who’s never really sung in front of others. But there, it felt okay. Safe. Joyful.

Later that night, we talked. Not about big things, but about real things. The kind of conversations you remember not for the words, but for how they made you feel.

This morning, we boarded the Kanakjyoti Bus and returned home. My hands were empty, but my heart — full beyond words.

🌸 Some days shine quietly. This was one of them.