17 years.
It's been almost two weeks since I wrote my last paper, and voila, I'm a graduate now. As soon as I submitted my answer script, I found my way to the canteen, found one empty chair (unfortunately not under the fan) and sat down. There was nothing unusual about that day. I was quietly looking at what was happening around me. The same ambiance, the same canteen guy taking our orders, the same stereo playing some random Bollywood song which you don't get to hear over the loud voices shouting "Masala Dosa" or "Fried Rice" Why don't you serve Sujon Sticks during the exam season man, "cause oily food is not healthy?" Of course, the hustle of people going in and out of the canteen won't change. Never. Amid all this chaos, waiting for my juniors to come down, for a moment my mind stopped processing, and then, it hit me, straight and hard in the face. It's all over. Little did I know when I stepped inside the premises of St. Francis Girls...