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AC Chronicles
The Old Building, just visible in the distance, seemed eerily
illuminated, its domes - brimming with tales of culture, heritage and
history - kissed by the morning sun. There was a timeless serenity that
belonged solely to Aitchison in the early hours, as if the very essence of
innumerable peaceful mornings had seeped into the bricks of its
buildings. Every minute detail, from the mellow light to the lush green
fields and the classic architecture, culminated in a harmonious
ambience that enveloped the picturesque scene.
With each step, I gained a sense of energising calm. In a few hours, the
world would shift, the halls and pathways would buzz with resonant
voices and bustling footsteps. But for now, in the cool morning light,
all was still, as if time had paused just for me. I knew that one day, I
would eventually walk a different path, in a different place, but
mornings like this would live forever in my memory, tucked away in a
corner of my mind dedicated to safeguarding the subtle treasures of
life.
Muhammad Shaheer Inam
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