Purani Jeans---and the memories
I still have mine from those days…along with memories that would take ages to key in.
One of those memories is of the desperation to avoid a particular Professor’s class. As there was no other way to escape, we had to dive out of the window, climb onto the terrace and hide in an empty water tank till the coast was clear. We would have gone for a filled-in tank too, such was the fury of the tempest and our strength in being together.
I feel like doing it again, burying my head in sand, till the cyclone blows away. I’d take my chances with a water tank too, but this once, there isn't any place to retreat to...
When thunderstorms arrive, I’ll have to go out and get drenched.
And I am on my own.
Guess that is the toughest part.
If only some things could have been like those days………