May be

It will be a bright day. I will not study when I wake up. I will try to absorb the day as much as possible within myself. I will take a longer time to brush, even longer for a bath and when I am ready, I will strut to main building with just a pen in my hand. I would not look at the display board for a company name; rather I will watch every face that passes me in the corridor.

When I sit at my place, I will try to take a glimpse of everyone’s face before start writing. The occasion has occurred so many times, but never has been it so special. I would not feel the pressure of running time and moving invigilator. All that I would care for would be the moment. When finished, I will scribble on the desk “LA was here!” and then walk to the invigilator, handover sheets with a welcome handshake. Before moving out of the room, I will turn back to catch that glimpse once again, I hope the Professor wont mind. Every step I take from here to the main door will grow heavier. I might begin to choke but I won’t stop walking. I will step out in sun and continue staring every inch of the campus that would pass by me, the garden, the fountain, the memorial. And there, I would stop, to stare at the building. Though I never spent much time in it. But yet how remarkable its impact is going to be in my life. After I have captured that moment exactly, I will continue my walk. And people will continue greeting me; some would even come and hug, followed by lots of handshakes and many loud, happy voices. The gate would be visible, may be it will be finished by then, and my destination would be just steps away from it. I will walk to the sagging structure of bamboos and straw, our beloved jhupps and just let myself taken by all the nostalgia that would surround me then.

May be, it all will be like this on my last day in this campus....