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Ah, the old university days — what a golden chapter they were! Those memories are like old songs that still play softly in the background of my mind. From the first awkward “hello” to the last emotional goodbye, every moment still feels alive. The smell of coffee from the campus café, the endless chatter in the corridors, and the rush to submit assignments five minutes before the deadline — all of it feels like yesterday. There were days when we studied hard, and there were many more when we pretended to study hard. Group projects usually ended up in group gossip, and late-night study sessions somehow turned into comedy shows full of jokes and snacks. The canteen was our second classroom — where we shared stories, laughter, and sometimes even heartbreaks. Some memories still make me smile — like running late to class but still stopping for a quick photo, or secretly celebrating when a teacher cancelled the lecture. Every friendship made there had its own story, every classroom had its own vibe. Even the strict professors became a part of those sweet flashbacks we now laugh about. Now, when life feels busy and serious, thinking about those university days brings warmth to the heart. They remind us of who we were — young, carefree, and full of dreams. Those days may be gone, but their laughter still echoes in our hearts forever. ?