for suna kirac

For every single person in RC, there is a corresponding building.

For the ones who embrace the universe of numbers, that is Mitchell; for the ones who find themselves deep in the ocean of history, of literature and of language; that is Gould. The list goes on.

For me, that beloved building is Suna Kirac.

The creaky doors incarcerating it, the pleasant photographs of RC alumni surrounding its walls, and most importantly, the dreamy lamppost right in front of its side entrance, always reminding me that when I am under those soft glimmers; I am here, I am complete, I am home.