Changanasseri Chronicles: Of Dosa, Debates, and Delight

In Changanasseri's NSS Hindu College, where I'd stay,
SFI and KSU, with politics in play.
I'd argue, I'd debate, in a fervent twist,
Silly fights and disagreements, I couldn't resist.

But there's a place where all my worries would flee,
Potty Hotels, with its budget-friendly spree.
Filter coffee and vada, a combo so sweet,
In this satirical union, I'd find a front-row seat.

With laughter and banter, my friendships I'd toast,
Over masala dosa and ghee roast, I'd boast.
In my college life, it's a personal delight,
Food and politics, a tandem just right.

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