Monday Musing. #2
Pretentious Advice. A few months from now as the final year students graduate, they will walk back into the dusty compound (most probably to collect a million documents stating that they are finally out of the graduation rat race) and meet an old teacher, realize that time hasn't touched her one bit. They will smile wisely at the first year students who are struggling to find classes , trying desperately to fit in and are still unaware that the queues in the canteen can be fatal and decide that those were really the best days of their lives. But the environment will also seem strangely alien to them, they will be surprised to learn how missing somebody isn’t immediately alleviated by their presence, how uncomfortable it is to imagine th...