April- not as it was
There is a calmly, weird sense in the air as the season of graduation approaches. A heaviness that somehow doesn't feel heavy, maybe because of the intense Delhi heatwave, or maybe because some feelings are way too large to register as weight. It is the feeling of what was college even about, arriving quietly, without warning, somewhere between an unfinished assignment and a cold coffee going colder. I sometimes wonder how a teacher feels watching batch after batch graduate away. Watching many small worlds drift out of their eyesight, year after year, until they have perhaps made peace with it,accepted as it is a rhythm of their life. If i ever asked them, I imagine they would have an answer so measured, so worn smooth by time, that it would sound like wisdom i could borrow. The kind of maturity that only comes from having said goodbye enough times that goodbye stops surprising you. The third years are making plans now. Scribbling on each other's shirts. Sharing hugs that linge...
