Amma.
I was standing behind the curtains backstage, there were a lot of people hustling in there. My teachers too were running around the place, trying to find some papers, and calling out names, making their students stand in a line. My Math teacher came up to me and I could tell for sure with the smile on her face that she was pleased to see me after I left the college. I wasn't her favourite student or anything, but I wasn't a bad student either. "Come and stand here Soumya, the prize distribution is right after this dance performance", she instructed and I had to join the long queue behind the stage along with my batch mates. It was an year ago, at my college annual day celebrations, the college hall was filled with freshers and their parents. Few of my juniors congratulated me while I was waiting in the line. God, I miss this place, I kept repeating that to myself. No matter how much I cursed the college during those two years of my stay there, at the end of the day...