We come here every single day to eat, chat, chatter. Sometimes with our friends, or maybe solo. It’s always full and buzzing. This hall sees us more than our classrooms and maybe knows us better too. Calm, serene and all absorbing, the mess hall.
I feel, a mess hall is an apt example of change in progress. Year after year, batch after batch, they come as students, and depart as business professional. That, is some change.