College canteens in Chandigarh were not background spaces.
They were strategy rooms, heartbreak centers, fashion runways, debate halls, and fake-study zones all at once.
One table belonged to the regulars, one to the loud crowd, one to the people pretending not to notice each other, and one to the ones who stayed too long because going back to class felt optional.
Tea was average, samosas were inconsistent, and none of that mattered.
What mattered was who sat where, who said what, and which one-liner survived the week.
A lot of people became themselves in those canteens before they ever did anywhere else.
Chandigarh campuses looked tidy, but the personalities growing inside them were always gloriously uneven.
Which Chandigarh canteen still has a permanent table in your memory?
