from the earlier post, it may have occured to some that i seem to be in a nostalgic mood these days. i realised that while writing this one… this one deals with something i’m finding difficult to think of these days.. guess it’s always best the first time around…
a daily ritual, observed religiously for years and years, seemed unfamiliar today.the usual precursors to the ritual were present well enough: the strange, contradictory combination of a monotonous, yet crest and trough like speech of the science teacher (who, in this particular case, only ever sounded fun while describing vectors, cuz she’d always say in her south Indian accent, “Vector Oh Yay” indicating vector OA), the weary sighs of my co-sufferers, the ocassional, yet
increasingly frequent yawns and the equally ocassional, yet equally increasingly frequent churns of empty stomachs. Read the rest of this entry »