It was late at night, not to late, but too late to stay back in college for the third year students to work at college and have a night stay. Architecture students have a bad life, and with submission the very next day and just a few twelve hours remaining, they had to work fast.
Our college library is not withing the college. It's in the basement of Secular House, within the same compound, yet not a part of the college. The library had been very spooky since the beginning, as one had a hanging face of Subhash Chandra Bose in coal black, it's head hanging up in a weird way, with dust and cobwebs covered. The library was big, and more books inside another room which was relatively small, with four rows of bookcases, again filthy and dark. From the darkness yet not so dark, one could see the fourth year studio, not used for years.
few years back, during a night stay, they discussed it here, their project work, with their charts neatly spread over their tables with the arallel bar arranged properly, and pencils and pens surrounding. One of them got up as the others followed him. In the dark, is it not better to stay together in unity? They felt they saw a shadow pass by, as they crept in to see who was there when the whole college was empty. The four of them couldn't find no one and hence returned to work back, only to have the shock of their life.
Their charts had been neatly rolled guarded by rubber bands and the pencils and pens arranged inside the pencil pouches, probably giving them the messge, "Your work is complete. Now off you go."
~Told by some senior.
