The gates...gone through these for 14 years...bustle of people around...saw my last class teacher walk by...what to speak? Many familiar faces...waited for a friend to come...No sign of him. Saw a good friend after a long time... "Left Hyderabad. Looking for a job here. After this have to go to the Hindu job fair", he said to me. How we have changed! Seems like it was yesterday, when we were inside this compound wall, aspiring to become pilots, police and what not! Now...our lives are governed and dictated by the whims of people who sit thousands of miles away... As we entered the gates, Kichu said to me, or rather to himself, "How many times have we walked here?" Countless...the surroundings have changed..the buildings have changed...grounds have gone...trees cut down... But the path hasn't changed...concentrating only on the path, I can see myself... Me as a kid in LKG, with my Father, on the long walk to my small classroom... Me as a small kid, coming in a li...
Not many confessions...Not too dangerous...At times a little out of mind!