Everything Else Is Rubble
The administrative office in front of the main building. In this age of endless information, I sometimes pause and realize something strange. I am drowning in information, but starving for memories. Every day, my mind absorbs hundreds of headlines, messages, videos, opinions, and notifications. Most of them vanish without a trace. Yet when I stop for a moment, memories from forty years ago return with astonishing clarity. Today, for some reason, my thoughts wandered back to my school and its teachers. I remember my kindergarten teacher, Ms. Carol at Little Angels. She was Anglo-Indian, impeccably dressed, and absolutely determined that every letter I wrote should sit neatly within the four lines of my notebook. Not touching the ceiling. Not falling through the floor. Perfectly contained. I don't remember what I had for lunch three days ago. But I remember those four lines. My first-grade teacher, Ms. Alice at BP Indian Public School, was...
So what are your plans for this Diwali?
ReplyDeleteNothing as of yet, Diwali is landing on a weekday as such!
ReplyDeletenope its on saturday
ReplyDeleteThese pictures made me feel so homesick!
ReplyDeleteHappy Deepavali to you and your family.
Thanks a lot Kamini and happy Diwali to you too!
ReplyDeleteAll that remains now is Nostalgia of world gone back...I miss the old Bangalore...
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